A wood a day. Celebration of what is under my nose, but the grass was always greener away, so I rushed over there and did not see what was here. Visiting Frostenden woods accentuated this. Let’s do a wood a day for this week, I suggested and Michael, fantastic Michael, was game.
After we’d deconstructed our dressed up Land of Cockaigne, we set off to find Blyford Wood. Private No Entry on all avenues. Westall was a unexpected. I’d seen the wood when visiting Yuka. A footpath, recently mowed and a delight to walk on, with giant Alexander on one side and the vibrant yellow of rape the other. Great Poplar trees along side a generous ditch. A bridge over the ditch further up and we were in the wood. A pit on our right, full of self sown sycamore, inside the wood some unusal conifer, hawthorn white with bloom, ask and oak. At the end a derelict cottage, then we were out on the road again. A fine, not too long circular walk.
Kaliwood 