The autumn show is muted this year around the forest; some years it goes like that. It's a combination of things, and it's not been helped by the winds of a while back which stripped the crowns of much of their glory. Still, as always, the forest is nevertheless beautiful, and Mark Ash is a particularly beautiful area. Ancient Oaks and Beech dominate open forest, it feels old, around these majestic trees lay the hulks of their fallen comrades returning to the earth, all, adrift in a sea of bracken. Sadly more will be joining the fallen, last year saw an awful lot of damage done by hungry ponies gnawing bark; some trees had their bark removed completely up to a metre high. These 'ringed' trees are very unlikely to survive, and although may remain features for years to come, they'll no longer contribute to the canopy. Sad. Though my walk today was thoroughly uplifting.
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