Man, it's bloody wet out in the forest at the moment. To clumsily paraphrase Ripping Yarn's Eric Olthwaite, 'forest's wet today, Mother, even the dry bits are wet'. Avon Water must be in the running for the most extensively restored stream in the forest; from the A35 to the base of Boundway Hill, the stream has been returned to it's pre-Victorian course; and the slowing of the flow has had the desired effect, water is being held back in the forest longer, subsequently the woodland which fringes Avon Water are becoming increasingly waterlogged, to the point of becoming seasonally impassable...especially after a period of rain. It's at times like these that I'm reminded what a forbidding landscape the New Forest must have been to the traveller in the past.
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