In which I take a couple of frosty walks, to Godshill Wood in the New Forest, and to Bickton at its edge.

In which I take a couple of frosty walks, to Godshill Wood in the New Forest, and to Bickton at its edge.
In which I walk through the ancient wood of Mark Ash in the autumn, and think about the value of getting lost
In which I find that a place I first visited in spring - the Breamore Mizmaze, at the edge of the New Forest and Cranborne Chase AONB - is still resonant with life as the year draws near its close
In which I tread through a carpet of fallen leaves, acorns, moss and fungi in the New Forest
In which I walk along the Lymington to Keyhaven seawall with views across mudflats and a silver-grey sea
In which I walk through two forest enclosures in the New Forest - Milkham and Roe - and across the wide plain of Bratley
In which I find a labyrinth in the Yorkshire Dales, and remember the older labyrinth - or mizmaze - of Breamore, closer to home in the New Forest
In which I walk in the good company of friends among the woods, heaths and streams around Ober Water