Is there beauty in the mud?

We have been wading through the most squalorous, squelchy, sticky, smelly mud for several weeks now. Some days it’s so muddy that you can’t actually find anywhere to wipe the mud off your hands because you’ve already wiped so much mud onto yourself by wiping your hands off on yourself. This is, sadly, not satire.Continue reading “Is there beauty in the mud?”

When good people turn violent

When I started using our little woodland for my fledgling forest school business, my youngest son couldn’t walk. He was potty trained there the day I forgot to bring spare nappies. Today he whittled a rudimentary weapon designed, but thankfully not sufficiently robustly, to puncture the tyres of the owners of our woodland. His bestContinue reading “When good people turn violent”