“Woods are not like other spaces. To begin with, they are cubic. Their trees surround you, loom over you, press in from all sides. Woods choke off views & leave you muddled & without bearings. They make you feel small & confused & vulnerable, like a small child lost in a crowd of strange legs.
Everyone has a favourite tree, and I am no different. In fact I probably have a few, starting with the old beech tree that me and my sisters used to climb as kids. But after moving into the cottage, I now call home, my new favourite tree is found just over the dyke in an adjoining field.