R.H S.H = J.H

The teens who frequent these woods leave the usual marks, evidence of fires in clearings, a charred tree with ashes at it's base, the buggers seem determined to F*** the place up for everyone else, including broken glass and exploded aerosol cans. Last year I found two off them with an axe starting to chop a tree down, though they didn't have the guts to wait and hear my opinion of their handiwork.

There is of course the usual graffiti carved into the trees, but I have to say this piece, away from the other crude scratchings, is striking in it's execution. I quite like it. I quite like it a lot.