I wanted a gentle stroll through the woods not a scramble through the underbrush, but the day was so beautiful that I let myself be talked into walking down into Thundersley Glen.

Glen

Looks are deceiving, however, so Jeff was quickly pressed into carving sticks to help keep us upright as we scrambled along the (grossly) muddy paths.

8wGZk1Nm7L5ZHq3B.jpgI promise I’ll show you much more of Thundersley Glen in coming months as the weather warms up and the paths dry out. The Glen is a lovely woodland with ancient footpaths running through; Jeff remembers going down with his father to hunt for Sunday dinner, a traditional activity that could never happen now.

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