Yesterday, I slipped out of the Welsh countryside for some border-raiding, and found myself in a very magical part of Gloucestershire. I was not out to steal cattle or rustle sheep, but to creep into a tiny section of a protected forest — the Forest of Dean. From away, it looks little more than a clump of squarish trees in the distance…
…but take a few steps inside, and prepare to be spirited away.
It’s not just filled with mysterious moss, gnarly trees and grim deadfalls,
but also caves and caverns,
and perhaps even…aliens?
I had a wonderful wander through the part of the Puzzle Wood which is said to have inspired Tolkien, and a delightful ENTerprise it was. I’d go again in a minute.
From the Wood, it was a short walk to a more underground inspiration.
But, as always,
More [on that!] soon…