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#18/100 Will's Wood
As per the previous photo, this is Will's own woodland. With WIll in it. It isn't a great photo but does complete the partial story.
He tells me that the woodland was an unintended consequence of the house purchase - it came bundled with it.
The old gateposts featured here mark a small path that run up through the wood. They huge slabs of millstone grit, centuries old. From the gouges etched on the right hand side, it had a gate on it until not that long ago.
The path leads up to his field, but is heavily overgrown with holly, brambles and general shrubbery. In the woods, there is at least one badger set - we thought there had been building work, such was the huge mound of excavated soil. Apart from an old rope swing and the obligatory stash of empty booze bottles, the woods are a standard deciduous affair with beech, oak and so forth. As far as can be judged from old OS maps, the woodland is over 150 years old.
I think my fascination with wood, trees and woodland dates back to my free-range rural childhood. Woods were my natural playground for my formative years. Until the age of 12, our house backed onto 5 miles of woodland up the Colden valley.
In the last few years, since owning a log burner, you also look at wood quite differently. Whereas some might think, 'hmm, a fallen branch', I'm thinking 'hmm, probably a few kgs of decent logs there'
I suppose if you didn't have that kind of childhood or some kind of later life arboreal epiphany, you might think me a little weird. But I'm thick-skinned and can handle the strange looks, tutting and thrown objects. Ahem
#18/100 Will's Wood
As per the previous photo, this is Will's own woodland. With WIll in it. It isn't a great photo but does complete the partial story.
He tells me that the woodland was an unintended consequence of the house purchase - it came bundled with it.
The old gateposts featured here mark a small path that run up through the wood. They huge slabs of millstone grit, centuries old. From the gouges etched on the right hand side, it had a gate on it until not that long ago.
The path leads up to his field, but is heavily overgrown with holly, brambles and general shrubbery. In the woods, there is at least one badger set - we thought there had been building work, such was the huge mound of excavated soil. Apart from an old rope swing and the obligatory stash of empty booze bottles, the woods are a standard deciduous affair with beech, oak and so forth. As far as can be judged from old OS maps, the woodland is over 150 years old.
I think my fascination with wood, trees and woodland dates back to my free-range rural childhood. Woods were my natural playground for my formative years. Until the age of 12, our house backed onto 5 miles of woodland up the Colden valley.
In the last few years, since owning a log burner, you also look at wood quite differently. Whereas some might think, 'hmm, a fallen branch', I'm thinking 'hmm, probably a few kgs of decent logs there'
I suppose if you didn't have that kind of childhood or some kind of later life arboreal epiphany, you might think me a little weird. But I'm thick-skinned and can handle the strange looks, tutting and thrown objects. Ahem