A couple of years ago, I reposted a little thing I had written 5 years before, An Arable Parable.

Now that I’m back at my parents’ home for a few weeks, I went for a wander in the field last night, in the perfection of a summer’s evening light. And it didn’t fail to inspire. Because it genuinely feels like a real and proper WOOD now. It has glades, paths and nooks, hiddenness and colour, intrigue and the sense of longevity that only trees can convey. Amazing to think that 30 years ago there was ‘just’ a field there.

So here are a few snapshots.

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[Also added to my flickr page]

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