Turning off the lane, I make a long trudge into the wind into the oak trees…The whole wood creaks.  The curious thing is how quiet and calm it can be inside a wood during a wind.  The wood shelters itself.  All you hear is the wind in the fringes and in the treetops, a sound with the quality of a shingle seashore not far away.

– Roger Deakin

2 thoughts on “Wildwood

  1. Marlene West on said:

    I enjoy your comments on your blog SO much. Along with the gorgeous photos, your words would make a wonderful book.
    Makes my ;heart sing!

  2. Wendy on said:

    I just love these photos for their perfect portrayal of the season. Please can I pinch them for my own blog?!