I’m very lucky to live near Wentwood or Coed Gwent. Within a few minutes I can be lost in the woods and not see anyone for hours. Just me, the pooch, the trees and the bluebells which makes it a favourite place for walking and thinking when I get the time.
I was struck today how this fallen tree looks almost mechanical:
You know how certain earmworm songs are sparked by certain associations? For me in Wentwood it’s Syd Barret’s ‘Octopus’ because of the line ‘Isn’t it good to be lost in the woods?’ Unfortunately the song gets a bit darker after that. Not the forest, I hope.