The wonder and mystery of woods has always fascinated us. They are the stuff of fairy stories, legends and much of our English literature. Those that are left, like the New Forest (above), are ‘the guardians of our dreams of greenwood liberty of our wildwood, feral, childhood selves’. (Roger Deakins)
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Early morning in the September garden is a treasured moment of peace. I sit among flowers that seem to laugh and sing in their joyful, playful colour. But change is on the way.
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Our Sussex bluebell woods will soon be at their spring best, but they’re likely to be unvisited this year. Yet we need the healing powers of nature in an unspoiled Eden more than ever now.
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After the devastation of World War II the rebuilding of Coventry cathedral offered a symbol of peace, hope and reconciliation. The sorrow of Good Friday always gives way to the joy of Easter and resurrection.
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A Listening Heart 