The New Forest felt particularly old, today; and parts of it decidedly ancient. Still, it would most likely outlast me.
In thirty or forty years time I would probably be buried deep or burnt to a crisp; whilst the forest would just be a little older, a little less sentient.
How morbid, I thought. But, realistic, I added. These trees have been here for absolute ages; some, for centuries – and the forest as a whole unbroken since William caused it to be planted. New it was then.
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Without man, the forest would last for eternity…reseeding, new growth taking over where the old have fallen…kind of like life so to speak😊
Yup! Man has a lot of things to answer for. G:)
And that’s no fiction, pulp or otherwise🌴🌲🌳🌵😊
If that is where you say you walk the dog, has to be a pretty cool place to get ideas flowing in your head, no wonder you end up writing the things that you write
Lots of ideas – short stories felt the thing this morning – may post one as a taster – G:)