I went to Buxton Heath again. This time, bad luck still struck me. Although I have been cautious not to get stuck in a mire, I still stepped deep into a mire with muddy water going into my welly. Fortunately, after the same experience last time, I have brought a spare pair of socks to change for such accident. So this time, after changing into a dry welly and a dry sock, my foot was comfortable again.

We cut off the birch trees and the gorse. After cutting, the warden brushed a red liquid on the cutting surface to kill the tree so that it would not grow again. The birch trees which have been cut off were piled up at one side.

Although it was my third time to visit Buxton Heath, the environment looked different each time. It was fall time, so we saw some trees having turned yellow.

I particularly like the birch trees and their straight trunks forming a very nice shape.

When we had lunch, many cows came along to see us.

Game time - climbing the oak tree.