There are days on the coast where the only thing that soothes the soul is to walk through the “forest primeval”. When the sounds of a gentle breeze in the branches and the distance clacking of a raven is a balm to the senses. Where moss muffles footfalls and erases your steps as soon as your foot leaves the forest floor And when solitude among the giants is the only company that will do.

When the world seems to press around you and hem you in, turn to the trees and get lost in them

Marg V