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
In which I find a mystical Beech grove and a musician's grave on a walk among spirit song
In which I walk through Bolderwood and Mark Ash on a sunny early morning, and find a magnificent tree in the heart of the New Forest
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 get lost in bracken, but discover a magical, ancient wood in the New Forest
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 leave Ocknell Plain behind and walk through four woods - Holly Hatch, Anses, South Bentley and North Bentley - all different from each other in age and character, but each with its own beauty.