The Wood
BY BEN EAGLE Striding along the cow-parsley avenue my mind wanders, escaping the everyday. Jess the spaniel jumps among the sheaves of wheat in the field adjacent and I call her to my side. She initially ignores the demand, as usual, and then sprints towards me, over-passing on the path. I am sauntering towards the wood which lies just a few hundred metres from where … Continue reading The Wood

