In which I find a mystical Beech grove and a musician's grave on a walk among spirit song
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 go for an early morning walk through a lovely pasture woodland in the New Forest, get scared (a bit) by some cows, and go on a lichen hunt
In which I find a haunted wood and memories of a woodsman's cottage, and spend some peaceful moments sitting on a bench deep in the forest.
In which I search for an old oak in the New Forest and maybe (or maybe don’t) find it.
In which I am awed by tall trees and get very muddy... Here, Joan and I continue the walk described in last week's post, finding ourselves among the tall, tall trees of Islands Thorns