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Justified and ancient

Old Yew, which graspest at the stones That name the under-lying dead, Thy fibres net the dreamless head, Thy roots are wrapt about the bones. The seasons bring the flower again, And bring the firstling to the flock; And in the dusk of thee, the clock Beats out the little lives of men. (‘In Memoriam A.H.H’. – Alfred, Lord Tennyson)

Basking adder

The grey roots circle thee, who never knew At any hour within thy travels lone A human shape but mine. Thou com’st to view, Wild, unafraid, what stands beside thy stone And gazes on thee in thy wilderness Of fifty miles. What thinkst thou of me, For I am of a race thou could’st not guess Would murder all thy hapless innocency? (‘The Adder of Quinag’ – Olive Fraser)

Gralloch

A visceral experience in Juniper Wood

We were walking through Juniper Wood when we saw these outgrowths gleaming on the ground like some rare and improbable fungi. ’Gralloch,’ one of my companions said, and then, ‘Poachers’. Gralloch is a word derived from the Scottish Gaelic grealach, ‘entrails’.

Bow Bells milestone Nutley

A milestone in Nutley

Strung along the A22 like grave markings for a vanished transport system, the Bow Bells milestones punctuate the old coaching route between Eastbourne and London. This particular example is from the village of Nutley in the Ashdown Forest.