
| SACRED
GROVE |
| We always get lost
in Grovely Wood! We head for straight laced Roman Road, but lured by lush Permissive Paths we go astray in Grovely. Red-neck pheasant in full mess kit swagger home down primrose tracks. Tangled in fragile threads of map, we just get lost in Grovely. Each Spring we wade through bluebell seas, drool at lime bright froth of birch, spangled pink of new-born beech - get lost again in Grovely. Summers we climb through orchid heaven, see in their Fibonacci swirls a blueprint for the universe - but still get lost in Grovely. Not learning from experience, into Grim's Ditch we sink like leaves. The Green Man grins from sacred oak and we are lost in Grovely. |
