In which I remember walking beneath the tall trees of Islands Thorns
In which I remember walking beneath the tall trees of Islands Thorns
In which I wish I were in Anses Wood again
In which I walk in Godshill Wood in the New Forest on a frosty, clear-skied morning
In which I walk on old paths I have previously trodden through Eyeworth and Islands Thorns in the New Forest
In which I visit the Knightwood and Eagle Oaks in the New Forest
In which I meet a little Roe doe and glimpse a tall Fallow buck in a forestry inclosure of tall conifers in the New Forest
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