Green ancient silences ...

We lost our way in Pheasant Wood - we followed the path deeper and deeper into the trees, losing ourselves in a green ancient silence - 

We smelled wild garlic - my watch's time was not the time followed here - 

Walking out of the wood, along a hollow way, I felt myself brushed by invisible walkers, each one whispering their story, every word precious, every secret joyous - 

14.00

Wednesday 3 June 2014

Pheasant Wood

South of East Worldham

Hampshire