Old Burley

The woods had a mischievous feel to them, playful and full of life, it could be the bright sun that dances through between the trees when the breaks in the mottled cloud sky allow, so refreshing, so needed; or it could be the wind which resides at tree top level, flittish and skittish it makes eerie sounds as it rushes past. The light through the tree cast new shadows, playing tricks, giving false perceptions, creating mythagos amongst the myriad of illuminated trunks; the forest comes alive. Burley Old Enclosure is pure magic, its antiquity and long established place in the landscape is tangible; it's a place of real presence.  The trees are tall and majestic, Oaks and Beech, small under story trees, amongst them,  Holly, Yew and Sliver Birch flourish in the enclosures open woodland. The floor of the enclosure is littered with the fallen of many decades, limbs, boughs and trunks lay discarded all about; there are fallen trees, which remain substantial, although succumbing to stormy winds over twenty years ago, many older conflicts too.  The woods are vibrant.