There is something about lovers in the woods, the secrecy of it that remains a mystery. Being in the woods by yourself can be very… tandalizing. Its as if there could be danger around the next tree or (and this is more likely) no human presence for miles around. But being a couple in the woods is another matter. It can/should feel both intimate and provocative. I remember one occassion in my youth with a young lady when hormones and opportunity were dictating our behaviour. On the verge of… we were attacked by a cloud of mosquitoes. And ran for our lives. Trying to get dressed.