Continue reading “The Wonder of Wild Woods”A few steps into the wild wood switched my expectancy. Its silence, which was really the amalgamated sound of its murmurings and snapping, instantly transformed me from adventurer to contemplative. Woods are places to get lost in the books used to say to children.
Ronald Blythe
Out to wander we linger in this place to absorb the atmosphere of these lonely downs, beautiful in their open spaces in the evening light. Grand views open up across the wooded Weald towards the distant North Downs, while the sea to the South sparkles silver in the sunlight.
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September 21st and into Autumn. It would not be complete without John Keats’s Ode. True to form our garden is into some mellow fruitfulness.
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Who could resist writing a children’s story in a Lakeland scene like this? Beatrix Potter couldn’t. As she said:
“There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they’ll take you.”
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A Listening Heart 