Green

''The place is rustling with birds; every tree is budding, and everything that grows is bursting with life. A Holly bush or a tree trunk looks almost black against the pale new leafs.'' wrote Sir Fredrick Treves in his 1906 book 'Highways and Byways in Dorest, when describing the woodland of Cranborne Chase.  And so it was today, 110 years later. Though, I imagine Sir Fredrick would hardly recognise the Chase now, even then a shadow of its former self, now though just fragments of what once was a vast wild woodland landscape remain.  The industrialization of farming and the needs of two world wars did for that landscape.  Still, I cherish what's left, and see it clearly for the natural treasure that it is.