Woods Massacre

In an earlier post (What about my Tits) , I said our walks in the woods were changing. We saw part of the devastation for the first time today.

Devastation isn’t the right word to describe it. Massacre covers it so much better.

Rather than following the fence leading us to a variety of rabbit burrows which our dog loves to investigate, we found ourselves turning south towards the bottom half of the forest where all the work was being carried out. Being a weekend, we had no worries about works traffic or machinery. As we approached what had been a narrow dirt track less than a month ago, it’s now the width of a small road, and lined with log piles 10 feet plus high on both sides. There are ruts in the mud some eighteen inches to two feet deep showing heavy duty tyre treads.

The trees where we used to walk have gone. All of them. The landscape is totally desolate, a vast empty space of naked earth, silent of birdsong. The grassy paths so familiar to us a little while ago have been chewed up and spat out by the jaws of the logging machines and transport lorries. Nothing is as it was, or how we anticipated. From the maps placed at all the entrances showing the affected areas and warnings for walkers and horse riders alike, we knew where they were going to be clearing the trees, but had no idea they would be CLEARING EVERYTHING in those specific areas. And they’ve only just started, as this purge is to continue until the end of December.

On our walk today, we noticed trees still standing marked with the blue or red dots of death. Trees are living things after all, but in a few weeks these majestic pines will be reduced to nothing more than logs which in turn will be used for cheap furniture, MDF sheets or plywood.

There is absolutely nothing we can do. It is not our business and The Forestry Commission is in business to make money. There are coloured dots on many trees on all of our other routes, including the beautiful copse where the warrens are, so it was with very heavy hearts that we abandoned our walk and turned back.




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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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