In which I imagine an older wood of hazel and bees, meet a pony guarding the way west to Hasley, and walk among raindrops sparkling in the grass
In which I am entranced by seedheads, am stared at by a cow with long horns, and don’t see much of the Iron Age hillfort at Frankenbury: an autumn walk in the New Forest
In which I walk the Snake Road in the north of the New Forest, and find early morning peace beneath the trees of Pitts Wood
In which I walk across Turf Hill in the northern New Forest, a place where there was heathland which became a wood, and which is now becoming heathland again.
In which I leave Ocknell Plain behind and walk through four woods - Holly Hatch, Anses, South Bentley and North Bentley - all different from each other in age and character, but each with its own beauty.
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 admire some busy wood ants in the New Forest