We began along a tarmac road set down by the British government. this was an expedition into British held territory, and so, we had to be careful not to joke too much about British stereotypes. We took a left trun from the road (and indeed civilization) into the woods.

 

 There was no remarkable features about the woods. We noticed a clearing made by local woodsmen, which was not there the last time El Presidente took a walk through there.

 

 We took a few minutes to rest in a convinient picnic site, and after stopping to take a photo of the scenery, we pressed on. taking a slightly out of the way path, we hazarded our way along treacherous territory, slipping and sliding down a rather muddy trail.

 

 We at last began to hear traces of a river. This was a good sign, as the river Morlais was to be a navigation tool. As long as we could follow it, we knew where we were going.

 Here, we saw a strange marking on a tree. It was a red line, and to this day, we have no idea what it signified. However, to the right of it, there were a few walled up mines, and a strange wooden walkway that was fashioned out of (believe it or not) wood. We decided to hasten away from the area, because we did not want to risk the wrath of local savages.

 

 The road from here on was usually a downhill one, folowing the river. We passed the ruins of an old mill (the scene of a murder, accoring to First Minister) and passed it without taking photos (due to a camera malfunction, that was, and remains unexplained), but paused to take a look inside. The wooedn floors that once held the people and upholstery in place had long since rotted away thanks to a lack of a roof to keep the rain out. The remains of an old car were seen in what was at one stage, the basement (how it got in there inthe first place eludes me), and so we pressed on past the old mill.

 

 The river carried on, but we decided to take a walk into unexplored territory rather than to follow the river. We discovered a bridge across the river, and renamed it 'El Presidente Memorial Bridge' before trekking up a hill. We arrived out at a road. So ends El Presidente's Expedition.

 

 So you would think, but we carried onthe road, and made our way to a copse of trees. There we stayed for a few minutes, talking whilst taking pictures of the scenery, and relaxing in the shade. The trek to the copse was along one, as we had to walk uphil through knee-high, strong grass, that would not let us walk through it easily.

 

 Now, El Presidente cannot go into great detail about the expedition, as this text is long enough as it is. Hwever, I do have enough space to tell you of our findings.

 

 There is a large concentration of yew, ash and oak trees in the forest. Also seen were some evergreens, and also fir trees. Hazel trees presented El Presidente with some Hazel nuts to eat. The local florae is very widespread in variety. There were even some rare bog-orchids to be seen. There is a large populace of bluebells and some rarer whitebells to be seen in the forest. The local wild animals evaded us, but we caught a glimpse of a shrew, but it was too fast to be pictured. Local birds were very common, and El Presidente could not walk a few steps without seeing some avian life forms. They included Crows, robins, blackbirds, and a few chickens (silkies, White leghorns and Barred Plymouth Rock). The local topography was very interesting. The forest was in a valley, the valley being forrested on both sides.

 

 The final report is a successful one. The expedition was a total success in it's aim to record the local wildlife and topography.