I found this one a bit dull. The subject matter didn't grip me at all: I had no interest in any of the characters. Also, I felt some of the writing could have been tightened up a little. A particularly clunky example of this was just after the 5 minute mark: "In the darkness he saw two beautiful orange eyes, like those of a cat, stare out of the darkness...". I couldn't decide if the repetition was deliberate or an oversight. It certainly didn't strike me as lyrical. A minor point; but my preoccupation with this made me realise that the plot was failing to hold my interest.
I was listening while out for a walk in a forest. Upon reaching the end of the podcast, I happened upon a trickling waterfall, and noticed a couple of upturned fish in the shallow pebbly puddle at its base, having presumably been washed over the edge and dashed upon the rocks. One was clearly dead, the other was writhing, weakly. We shared a moment in contemplation of each other, even as Alasdair's words about The Forest (capital T, capital F) were still ringing in my ears. In that moment, those words seemed quite profound.