Thursday, May 21, 2009

In the woods above Worth

Even where I park the car is pretty:

But Pippa wants to run so we set off:

pausing to admire more little flowers:

The foxgloves will be out soon:

From these tall trees comes the loudest birdsong of any of our walks:

The smaller trees either side cast shade,

but where the path broadens out and light gets in, the sandy soil here heats up quickly:

For all its mystery,

This is a working wood, with coppice:

as well as felling of large oaks:

Looking up into the arms of a beech tree:

The vigour of an oak bursting through its trunk:

The South Downs in the distance: we'll go there another day.


  1. These are really lovely photos. I especially like the first one with the rustic fence.

  2. Wouldn't I love to be out there?! So beautiful and inviting.

  3. I was particularly taken by the second photo in today's set. It made me think of this poem that I first came across as a student of American Culture back in 1970. I'll quote the poem, but I know that you already know it.

    Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    by Robert Frost

    Whose woods these are I think I know.
    His house is in the village, though;
    He will not see me stopping here
    To watch his woods fill up with snow.

    My little horse must think it queer
    To stop without a farmhouse near
    Between the woods and frozen lake
    The darkest evening of the year.

    He gives his harness bells a shake
    To ask if there's some mistake.
    The only other sound's the sweep
    Of easy wind and downy flake.

    The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep.

    I do realise that there is no snow in your photo, and it's the wrong season, but the photo still made me think of this poem. Silly that, isn't it!

    Would you mind if I stole your photo and put it into my blog, with an acknowledgement. I think it's lovely.


  4. Hello Kevin - sorry, I didn't see your comment - thank you! Yes, by all means use the photo.

    Funnily enough I quite often think of that poem in the woods around here, although not that particular wood.