For four years John Lewis-Stempel managed Cockshutt Wood. He coppiced the trees and raised cows and pigs who roamed free there . . .
This is the diary of the last year, by which time he had come to know it from the bottom of its beech roots to the tip of its oaks, and to know all the animals that lived there – the fox, the pheasants, the wood mice, the tawny owl – and where the best bluebells grew. Lyrical, informative, steeped in poetry and folklore, to read The Wood is to be among its trees as the seasons change.
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