Past Times

The path to Bentley Station runs down through the oak woods, and then downhill past the great redwoods and then onward into mixed coniferous and broadleaf woods.  Standing at the top of the hill in the morning sunshine, watching the long-tailed tits chattering, I heard a puffing...a steam train.  There have been some truely magical moments in the Spring sunshine in these woodlands in the past few weeks.  BTW - it is an old tweed cap hanging on the signpost!