We have just spent a week in the Forest of Dean where every twist and turn of the forest byways reminded me of Robert Frost’s poems. Many poets capture the essence of forests but he in particular seems to embody a sense of belonging within the trees. The spectacular Symonds Yat with its steep wooded hillsides and foaming river Wye is so dramatic it begs to be written about. I’ll put that poem in Book 3.

Nature never fails to inspire. I wish you joy in your exploration. Denny Bradbury