Winter lockdown calls for a release of the imagination, setting it free to wander down memory lane and roam into one of our few remaining woods, like this one (above) in the New Forest.
Continue reading “An Elegy for our Lost Woods”
The magnificent panorama of the Weald reminds us that the spirit of the ancient wildwood still survives here. So too does the spirit of Winnie-the- Pooh and his ‘100 acre wood’.
Continue reading “In Wealden Woods”
It’s time to visit our spring woods. ‘Past thought miracles are there and beyond numbers’ waiting for us to enjoy their ‘charms to sweeten solitude‘.
