It has been some time and I’m edging my way back to the Glen rebuilding lost connections, connections that appear fragile on the surface but I find are still running deep.
We have had some heavy rain and wild weather, the canopy of the Glen is opening up I spend some time with a hawthorn in the under story,
listening in to the Alder Pool and
observing the self-organisied constellation of berry and nut in the water combed twigs of the tideline
julforrester 