At some point this Beech disagreed with itself and a clear V was formed. If you look carefully, the opening has rather neatly framed a bracket fungus, a hoof fungus perhaps, one of those that quietly work through the dead wood of the Forest.
If you are not of a certain age, and not exposed to 1970s British television, then Play School will mean nothing to you. It began with a simple question. Which window shall we look through today? Round, square, or arched?
In the Forest such geometries are not imposed, yet there are revealing frames. Walk the paths with eyes open, calmly, pause from time to time and then, if you happen to stand in just the right place, one opens just for you.
