No, not the Sondheim musical that cleverly combines plots from fairy tales by Brothers Grimm and Charles Perrault. And neither the book by John Yorke that explores ‘How Stories Work and Why We Tell Them’. Though I recommend both of those. No, I mean Tyrrels Wood.
A wooden bridge in Tyrrels Wood; Photo 10 Sept 2018
#2018picoftheweek: Wooden
Tyrrels Wood, two miles south of Long Stratton (a tiny town that straddles the old Roman road to London, now the A140) was first recorded in 1251. Today it belongs to the Woodland Trust and is open to all.
I visited the woods back in September. Too early for fungi, though I did find some. And too early for autumnal colours. If time permits I’ll visit again, perhaps in November.
crispina kemp 
Bridges are always great for leading lines!
And of course, as always, I love your little historical note!
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I thank you. I thought of the bridge as a kind of visual pun.
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Great shot! As someone who’s working through the weekend for the second weekend in a row — inside, strapped to my computer — a walk in the woods sounds absolutely LOVELY right now. At least I can see what little California offers in the way of fall colors on my walk to and from work.
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Yea, well we don’t have much by way of fall colour either. But that’s not unusual. The imported trees turn. Then native trees will hold off till Christmas. And I sympathise, working weekends. Though I did the same when at the theatre, it always was fun.
Ne’er mind, eh, just let the mind drift away to more pleasant times.
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We have such a range of trees here that different ones change color all through the fall and winter, and some never change at all. On the one hand, that’s nice, because it prolongs the fall colors, but on the other hand, we never get the full effect of a whole street of oranges and reds and yellows that I used to get back in the northeast.
Unfortunately, given my challenges getting enough sleep lately, my job requires non-stop thinking — planning projects, negotiating timelines and budgets, pitching new ideas, training researchers, solving problems, mentoring students, writing reports… SO much writing. There’s no time to rest the mind, so even when I do have an hour free at home, I’m too brain-dead and burnt out to be creative. But it’s good work, when it’s not as crazy as it is right now. I just won’t think about the fact that it will probably continue to be this crazy until about April… 😦
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You have my kind thougts.
So glad that gone are those days.
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