In which I walk in Godshill Wood in the New Forest on a frosty, clear-skied morning

In which I walk in Godshill Wood in the New Forest on a frosty, clear-skied morning
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 find bilberry in Godshill Wood in the New Forest.