Tagged Woodland

Outdoor Chess

There is a special time in the forest, a vague time. You might miss it, closing the gate as you leave the wood. Rushing to find your way home as darkness falls. You really need to stop, sit down. Relax and wait for the players to return.   In this place, it is chess in the forest. The game as always delayed till nightfall. In other places, there will be different forms of fun a swing, a stream a tree to climb. The players will return as they do each night. Unseen as they gather and play their ghostly game…

Some Thoughts On Trees – August

Wonderful August! If you see me in a wood standing, staring, skywards. Leave me be I’m in a happy leafy world, my joyous perfect place. Each tree unique, working hard to save the planet. Right the wrongs brought on by man. Improving our poisoned air leaf by leaf. This ancient woodland is a dreamlike place, silent. Well, a kind of natural noisy silence? I wander aimless looking skywards, leaves rustle, wind, a distant train, a passing truck. For the briefest time I am alone drifting quietly, at peace through my wooded paradise. Trance like, detached in that special place. Stop, stare, breath.…

Time Shift Burst

This working wood, a man-made world. Sky meets earth, trees reach water. No trimmings, frills, coffee or cake. A place to walk and think amongst the dark, sinister ditches. Life supporting, flood preventing arteries. Broad, leafy lanes, threading all around. How England must have looked when William took his throne. No ancient Kings in search of war today. These roads have one true purpose. To transport forestry behemoths, arriving for the cull. A stand of Willow, Oak or Ash may be spared. The lucky few will remain at the end of the day, for now though peace and beauty. Narrow secret paths winding deep into the far…

Fallen Trees

The whole world is there in trees, laid out for all to see. Fallen trees damaged, then miraculously healing themselves. New growth from apparent dead limbs. A slow definite purpose, wonderful beauty. Wandering through woodland my mind plays tricks on me. I see a striking woodland bird scurrying among the leaves. Or is it simply a gnarled twisted stump. I see a fallen tree in some ancient pool all rock, root and grass. My mind is over active, there can be only one explanation for what I see hidden but in plain view. Petrified for millennia at last broke free. A young and freshly hatched…

Keeper Of The Bridge

The river runs true through the wild upland scenery. A harsh winter beauty in this sleeping woodland glade. Colours subdued like the day, with water tumbling over broken stones like a thousand broken hearts. A cold lonely place, broken stones and broken hearts. Generations laboured long to claim the precious ore, scarred untidy spoil heaps are all that remain. The only other thing hereabouts. The keeper of the bridge. He hides, waiting, watching deep within the shadows evil on his mind. Travellers pass unaware of his cold, wicked stare. Patiently year on year waiting. One day he laughs and breathes his foul,…

A Special Place

There is a special place in every woodland, a magic ancient dell that some are drawn to. No worries, cares, constraints, hatred or war. Only the beautiful sounds of nature, fun and laughter fill these wondrous places. My mind wanders staring at this simple swing, from rope and wood. Hanging loosely from the strong arm of a giant Beech. This leafy hollow, joyous woodland glade a safe and kindly place. Quiet spirits must surely pass this way fairies, pixies, elves. I sit awhile, mornings such as these should lift the weariest heart. On the floor what’s that? Among the ferns and brambles. The outside…

Pete’s Portal

Pete stood by the portal, unsure what to do next. He had read about them and seen them in movies. He never thought though that they existed, surely they were science fiction. A shimmering rift. A fracture in space and time between this world and well, who knows what. His day had started well, just like any other. Pete was up early walking his dogs walk, then work. He had been doing the afternoon shift at the petrol station for years now. It was OK he liked things the way they were. He had plenty of time for his dogs…