Bowed but not out

Vinney Ridge has about it the air of ancient, some parts of the forest do, gnarled moss covered trunks of mature Oak and Beech, stunted and gnawed Holly, a winter staple for the ponies, trees and boughs bent and distorted into myriads of unusual shapes and forms by time and the elements. But there's something else too in these places, something that's hard to qualify, these places feel like they're the real forest.