Saturday in the Forest of Dean

[squirmelia]

There were signs in the Forest of Dean warning of wild boars and for a moment, I felt like I was in Lost.

I followed the trail through the woods, looking out for sculptures. The first sculpture I came across was a giant chair, missing the seat component, so perhaps not really a chair at all. The description on the website says: "With its irregular stance it is also reminiscent of a strange animal in one of Grimm’s Fairy Tales, striding across the landscape."

Symonds Yat was the next destination. On top of Symonds Yat Rock, I gazed into the distance trying to catch a glimpse of a peregrine falcon, perching in a faraway tree. It was windy and I held on tightly to a print-out my dad had sent. The views were magnificent and I wondered if they had changed at all since he looked out from the same rock, more than 30 years ago.

A brief visit to Ross-on-Wye led me to conclude that the button museum had closed. I did find a sign, that once said "Button Museum", but it had been coloured over, with a warning, "Don't drink from the mainstream."

Comments

[solitarywalker.livejournal.com]

i like the idea of a button museum.