Yes the trees are being cut rapidly. Here there are little woods, patches of trees dotted around. There are no real forests. Parks, national or private but no random unmanaged forests. We even have forests that have no trees. Can you believe that? Deer forests, ironically called because there is not a single tree in it as the deer eat them all. The older I get the more I want to live around trees. Have I lost the lure of the sea? I lived next to it for half my life but I’ve proved I don’t ‘need’ to be near it, and though I do miss it, I don’t think it’s something I yearn for. And anyway I can always go to Anster for a night walk along the shore if I want.
Now I have a yearning to live with trees, to live among them. To use them and live with them, watching them, observing trees and their habits. Do I even want to work with them? That I’m not sure of as it would probably involve cutting them down at some point. But a cabin in a clearing surrounded by trees sounds like heaven to me right now. I wonder where this has come from and if it’s a by-product of not being particularly active in the woods of late. No games, no walks, no camping. Maybe it will pass, maybe it won’t. And maybe we’ll move to Tomich after all.