Sunday early morn in Forest Glade. Dew and mist laden resplendent autumnal leaves whisper softly as they swirl earthwards, making way for the winter in a solemn symphony of drip, drop , splatter . The hum and heavy top note of exhausty traffic fumes are yet to build up and for a few moments , there’s just the rustle of a squirrel scampering along a rust coloured branch into the crown of a rapidly balding tree, the short sharp tenuous barking of a bouncy black puppy taking it’s master for a walk . One is therefore even more baffled by those who carelessly besmirch such an oasis in our midst , so we are very grateful to everyone who does their bit , to help keep this place looked after, as also adjoining Hollow Ponds.May your tribe increase and multiply in the battle against this pointless desecration of our environment.
Bags and pickers supplied via Constable Ian Greer of Epping Forest Open Spaces