NEWS & NOTES FROM THE FIELD 

words by Sophie Lawson Early September in Sweden The edge of the leaves twinge yellow and the smell of fresh pine pine hangs in the air. The forest floor is a mosaic of moss and mushrooms: red and spotty, brown and slimy, white and fluffy, green and spiralling. The taste of lingonberry lingers in my mouth as our forest bathing guide directs our attention away from the sounds of the city below and towards the birds chirping in the trees nearby. I have come to Sundsvall for the