Shake, rattle and roll, today the canopy embraces the winds dance; detritus on the floor of Clumber enclosure (1840) is testament to the force of nature which has swept this way. Beyond the woodland fringe a sea of heather and golden marsh grass ebbs and flows at the winds fancy and the forest is alive with movement. Between the trunks though, protected, there is relative calm and although the Suns journey is only begun, there's warmth to be had in its rays. The forest is beautiful, amongst the stands it feels clean, neutral and emanates an air of inner calm; in contrast the open heath, although also feeling clean and neutral, all motion, exposed, if you had cobwebs on arrival, they're swiftly dispatched.Thursday 5 January 2012
Clumber
Shake, rattle and roll, today the canopy embraces the winds dance; detritus on the floor of Clumber enclosure (1840) is testament to the force of nature which has swept this way. Beyond the woodland fringe a sea of heather and golden marsh grass ebbs and flows at the winds fancy and the forest is alive with movement. Between the trunks though, protected, there is relative calm and although the Suns journey is only begun, there's warmth to be had in its rays. The forest is beautiful, amongst the stands it feels clean, neutral and emanates an air of inner calm; in contrast the open heath, although also feeling clean and neutral, all motion, exposed, if you had cobwebs on arrival, they're swiftly dispatched.
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