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 walk through the ancient wood of Mark Ash in the autumn, and think about the value of getting lost
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 grieve the falling of an old friend - a much loved beech tree in Anses Wood in the New Forest
In which I walk through an old wood of twisted trees: Bushy Bratley and Bratley Wood in the New Forest
In which I walk along the wide expanse of Ridley Plain and find twisty trees in Berry Beeches in the New Forest
In which I walk in the footsteps of New Forest smugglers, find some Water-crowfoot, and admire the pollarded Beeches of Ridley Wood
In which I wish I were in Anses Wood again
In which I find a mystical Beech grove and a musician's grave on a walk among spirit song