When the fog and drizzle cleared, the beauty of the area came to life. Off of windswept ridges with salt heavy in the air, we descended through the remnants of England’s ancestral forests to the protected beaches below.
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- Fields, some of them left over from the bronze age, abut rocky cliffs descending directly to the Atlantic
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- Path along the ridge, between fields that, while a bit desolate, offer lungfulls of open air
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- Welcome to the forest
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- Looking at these fields from the forest was an interesting experience. The reason it takes so much energy (and chemicals) to keep those fields in that state is that it is a massive uphill battle against all the natural processes of the area, that want to turn it into the forest we viewed it from
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- I loved this tree
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- Fields and Forest
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- Everything is growing, everywhere
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- The forest path
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- More of the two trees
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- Two trees, two leaves
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- This is actually two trees, that have grown on top of each other. Reincarnation for those deeply in love? (or karma for nasty old couples wishing to be rid of each other?)
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- The forest thins as we approach the beach
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- Arrival at the beach
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- Love this dog
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- What is that shining orb in the sky?
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- The beach opens
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- Happy farm dog
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thanks for sharing these photos of your journey, they depict much beauty. i also read your other post and appreciate being let i on land, living, greening issues in other parts of the world. thanks~ and enjoy that journey
~wren