In which I go for an early morning walk through a lovely pasture woodland in the New Forest, get scared (a bit) by some cows, and go on a lichen hunt
In which I pause under trees in the rain at the heart of Hasley Inclosure in the northern New Forest
In which I learn some things about rural and urban foxes
In which I admire some busy wood ants in the New Forest
In which I set out in mist and finish in sunshine on a walk to explore Ibsley Common and Dockenswater. Along the way I meet a Silver-studded Blue butterfly and lots of lovely wild flowers.
In which I begin to learn about how to understand a landscape, by lifting my eyes and knowing where my feet are planted.
In which I find a haunted wood and memories of a woodsman's cottage, and spend some peaceful moments sitting on a bench deep in the forest.
In which I am surrounded by skylark song, and learn some New Forest history. In particular, I am surprised by Second World War archaeology masquerading (according to the OS map) as tumuli.