Water inundates the woodland fringes and again I feel I understand better how, to past communities, wild places devoid of roads would have been seen as mysterious, scary places, filled with the 'other'. And when combined with extremes of weather such areas would have created impassible tracts of land, off limits to most, adding to their isolation and strangeness. I'm used to the wild places and I feel a strange unease walking through the woods today; an unease no doubt aided by the leaden sky and failing light.
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