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 enjoy listening to Stonechats on a walk over Ocknell Plain
In which I am surrounded by skylark song, and learn some New Forest history. In particular, I am surprised by Second World War archaeology masquerading (according to the OS map) as tumuli.
On a bitingly cold day, I walk vanished paths through the Coppice of Linwood, King's Garn Gutter and Long Beech Inclosure, visiting the Rufus Stone in the New Forest on the way.