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 find a labyrinth in the Yorkshire Dales, and remember the older labyrinth - or mizmaze - of Breamore, closer to home in the New Forest
In which I walk through Woodgreen and along a disused railway track in the New Forest in spring, under a blue sky and among the calls of Chiffchaffs
In which I climb a hill and find a labyrinth...and also bluebells and wild strawberries, a hare and an orange-tip butterfly.