Walked along the Cage Brook again yesterday and up into the field towardds Little Marsh. There are so many oaks. The recent frosts have turned the leaves bronze. Autumn is a magnificent time.
The oaks around the brook call to be worked with. One, at the top of the hill, even has a ring of big logs sround it all ready for us to sit on, tell stories, sing, do ritual. I promised him we would come and work there soon. It’s certainly one of the places we’ll use in the Wye’s Women work.