We’re lucky to have lots of similar country in southern England, and these hidden paths and roads have such an air of mystery. Do you know the poem by Kipling:
They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through
the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the heath, and the thin
anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the
woods.
Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
When the night-air cools on the
trout-ringed pools,
Where the otter whistles his mate,
(They fear not men in the woods,
Because they see so few),
You will hear the beat of a horse’s feet,
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through,
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods…
Great shot – it leads you into the photo.
Its the sought of lane you want to walk along with friends – smelling the fresh air and listening to the birds.
Give us a visit when you have the time.
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The drinks, or Tofu Daiquiris, are on us.
I don’t know what is at the end of that road, but I am hoping that it is Normandy cidre! Camembert? A creperie?
I just love this picture! Can I get a print of it? I want to put it a wall here at the house.
I don’t know what is at the end of the road, but I would like to walk down the road to find out…
That is a fantastic place and a great photo of it! I love allees formed by trees like that. I saw a wonderful one on the grounds at Versailles!
Where the trees bow their heads and meet above – my Mother used to say
‘God’s Church’.
Thank you for being you.
It’s got to lead to a fairytale castle.
We’re lucky to have lots of similar country in southern England, and these hidden paths and roads have such an air of mystery. Do you know the poem by Kipling:
They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through
the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the heath, and the thin
anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the
woods.
Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
When the night-air cools on the
trout-ringed pools,
Where the otter whistles his mate,
(They fear not men in the woods,
Because they see so few),
You will hear the beat of a horse’s feet,
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through,
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods…
But there is no road through the woods.
Such a beautiful picture. Looks like a fine oil painting.
i like it very much. thank you for sharing.
{sharp intake of breath} – Beautiful. Where is this? It reminds me of a photo I took while visiting Oregon last summer – first photo in this post.
Certainly one of those wonderful walks. The lighting is almost surreal.
Breathtaking.
Makes me smile this early morning.
A beautiful, green tunnel. How artful is that circle at the end!
Beautiful photo !
I’m guessing “The Jolly Green Giant?”
What a great picture!