Ashdown Forest and I set out to visit my trees and favourite haunts. A profusion of bracken arches over my head, catching the sunlight as it waves in the wind. Many attempts to hang and weave and shape are aborted. The grace and strength of the whole unbroken stem demands reverence.. tea awaits me with Jane at The Studio: hurrah!
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Forty Days 
Your second home . . .