It's always a pleasure spending time with the Great Huntley Oak, he's an elder in, if not the eldest in, this wood. He's held this spot in the forest through the centuries, to think he'd probably have been a sampling when Henry rallied his troops on St Crispen's Day, crazy, eh! The world would have been a very different place then. The whole nature of the forest has been transformed several times in the intervening years, the banning of old forestry practices to ensure wood for the Admiralty, then enclosures, the industrialization of forestry, the draining of the forest, and now its restoration. He's seen it all. Today the forest felt more like it should seasonally, as we sat at the base of the oak listening to raindrops hitting the dried leafy woodland floor around us. The rain was light and not at all too bothersome, and in fact the noise of rain on leaf was quite mesmerizing and absorbing, leading to a pleasant feeling of calmness looking out into the forest from our semi sheltered perch.
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