A Bone Forest

Todays walk is all through woodland, different woods, though all adjacent to one an other and all connected. You could walk for miles in the interconnected woodland in the area and rarely be under open sky. It seemed that where I ever we walked there were bones; a skull here, scapular there, some vertebrae, loose bones big and small. Bones all over the place. Some of the bones were laying scattered in situ where last left by whatever scavenging beasty had had them, others were set out on displayed. A collection of vertebrae equally spaced on a wooden bench; in another part of the wood more vertebrae scattered around the base of an Oak.  On the boundary of two woods a skull on a stick like some totem or warning, further into the wood another skull.  It's a bone forest if you will. Speaking of bone forests, have I ever mentioned the 'Mythago Wood' cycle of books by Robert Holdstock? A splendid writer, who knew woods and understood their magic and mystery. He published a novella called 'The Bone Forest', great story conjuring up some strange imagery which pokes at that part of our ancestral memory that remembers a very different woodland, the wildwood. All the Mythago Wood books are well worth a read. I've read the first in the cycle 'Mythago Wood' more times than I can recall.