It’s an SSSI, a rare and special place. We oohed and aahed - amusingly, I suspect – at every tiny insect that alighted on us – so many unfamiliar ones, multi-coloured, iridescent. The custodians of this 30-acre wood have lived here in their caravan for 10 years: planting, coppicing, hedging and hurdling, chopping firewood and burning charcoal, tending lightly in the old way and coaxing a modest living. Finally, they have local authority permission to build a small wooden house, to know that this will be their permanent home.
charcoal burning Breathing this place in, bathing my eyes in green, green, green, is difficult to write about because it was a pleasure beyond words. I was a happy centipede