Stavanger Bay The Pointy End

Water of all manner of forms spilled through the open forestry. If not the smell of the salt in the air, moving through the deciduous trees, then the sound of trinkling waters ahead as they moved through the blossoms of bluebell. 

Along their path they would come to a gentle flowing creek, scattered with a manner of vibrant mossy green rocks. Hey, look! His ears perked as he followed the down flow, which led to a little pool that formed a mini waterfall as it continued further through the forest.