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 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 through two forest enclosures in the New Forest - Milkham and Roe - and across the wide plain of Bratley
In which I walk among gnarly old trees and pass by graves from long ago on Black Bush Plain in the New Forest
In which I grieve the falling of an old friend - a much loved beech tree in Anses Wood in the New Forest
In which I walk to Bickton to find a heronry, and watch with Grey Herons by the water
In which I walk from Fordingbridge to Bickton and back again, among clouds of Cow Parley and buttercup-filled meadows
In which I walk through water meadows alongside the Avon in the New Forest