Category: 2020

Far more exciting than expected. Rupert and I biked there, on backroads, with a cool north west wind, lanes decked with weeping white hawthorn and queen annes lace verge side. A grassy green sword up to the wood, Ash with die back dominated. Inside we heard machinery, logging for firewood. Then we came upon a… Continue reading Stoven Woods with Rupert

In search of a wood near my accountant Helen Sida, called Beech wood, Bungay, we found no entrance, but by chance came here to find Angels way. A track leading beside a Miss Havisham home complete with ice house above

(Another lockdown wood). Once back from my first visit to Reddisham Great Wood, and thwarted by the Private Signs, I saw on the map that had I gone a field further, there was a track through a section of the wood. On another glorious fresh sun day, set off by bike again, this time without… Continue reading Reddisham Great Wood

We drove to the nearest point, despite the beauty, bright and clearness of the day, Michael suffering with hips. To think last year we were walking Australia. A good bridle path up to the wood, but not evident way in. Full of Ash, self sown likely, straight, difficult to see how much die back. Two… Continue reading Cheddiston Woods

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… Continue reading Westall wood

It was Naoimi who told us about Frostenden, when MIchael waxing about blue bells in Reydon, she said, not a patch on Frostenden. Early evening Saturday we drove the back roads, following close to the cycle route I'd just taken (to Brampton Station) via Stoven, a dog leg over the A12 still empty, and sharp… Continue reading Frostenden Wood in blue bell time