trip down memory lane...

ok Brumby Wood Lane as its called. When i was young i used to go running through these woods ( also known as Bluebell wood, a few are still visible) with my long flowing golden locks blowing in the wind and not a care in the world. Now however its a gentle walk around with a dodgy knee and in desperate need of a haircut, how things have changed in 30 years. Some things were still the same the over powering smell of wild garlic and the sight of bluebells, even if they are rather de pleated in numbers these days, heyho was a nice walk any way