As children my brother and I would run wild through woodland on a Sunday afternoon. My dear Dad had been working all week, and our treat would be to walk through the woods to the old castle tower and have a treat of ice cream soda. How I cherished those Sundays and even now I am typing with a smile on my face.
When we moved here my dream was to give up part of the garden to a small piece of woodland. A leisurely approach for me was the answer. Planting the basics and letting the space develop. Mother Nature is the best gardener in my humble opinion.
Woodlands need the minimum of care and I believe the secret is to do as little as possible.
It is so easy to interfere and frighten off wildlife and spoiling the natural balance of things. That does not mean that the space cannot be extended and new pieces added.
I tend not to rake leaves or clear too many fallen branches, ageing and decay fuel life in a wood.
After all I would like to think it looks like a small wildwood not a miniature parkland.
I find woods one of the most peaceful places on earth, I love the birdsong and background hum of insects that come with it.
It always reminds me this is a very special environment filled with abundant life.
It brings back beautiful memories of my dear Mum and Dad.
Happy days filled with fun.