WtP: Lost Treasures chp1
The sun was bright and hanging high in the blue sky as a burgundy red car made its way through the forest that afternoon. The highway twisted and turned for miles in the thickets that composed the beautiful boreal forest that covered most of that region of Britain. The colors of late summer and early autumn blended in beautifully in the treetops. The birds that flew overhead seemed to be enjoying the happy atmosphere that was in the air just as much as the driver in the car below them was.
The man with thick brown hair took a deep breath and smiled. These parts were very familiar to him. He had grown up here as a boy; from the day he was born to the day he left home for college to become a teacher. Now, thirty years of age, he returned to the woods he had so long loved.
He had been offered a job at the school where he attended in his childhood, and so he, his wife and his four-year-old son were moving from the bustling city of London to the peaceful countryside in the giant forest. It