Dorothy_1

“I remember the first time I came across the woodland and I thought it was a magical place. Don knew how much it meant to me. When we were driving along, he was listening to the radio, watching the road, and when he would see an inviting little copse he would say: ‘looks like you could get in there, would you like to stop?’ And if there were no barriers saying ‘no entry’, we would go in. We found some lovely little places off the highway, uncared for, but still beautiful. Arthritis wasn’t so painful in those days, I could walk anywhere, anytime.”