Monthly Archives: Mar 2021

It’s a short walk past the deserted football fields where black-headed gulls search out washed up worms and scream their strangled yelps. At the gateway is an old oak, knobbly-elbowed, bare branches stretching across the path. I reach my arms around it, smelling the musty ridged bark and pressing my fingers into its fissures. Alone,Continue reading “Putnoe Wood”