I’ve driven the road to Beaulieu from Blackfield many times, spying cars parked in impromptu gravel areas on the side of the road in one spot in particular (which isn’t signed so I have no idea of it’s actual name, sorry). It’s always seemed busy there, never more than 4 cars, but no room for any more than 4 to be parked at one time. That sort of thing intrigues me, places that look busy, like people want to be there. Inevitably I feel that I am missing out on something. And so for Day 12, I spied a spot to park up and went for a mooch about.
Initially the wide gravelled cycle path was a bit uninspiring, until I looked to my right and spotted and area of felled trees, and you know how I love a good log. The perfect spot to stop and read a bit of Sidetracked magazine (which came in my Stack Magazines subscription this month) and a homemade sausage, black pudding and fennel roll that I’d made that morning. Warm sausage rolls in the cold and damp forest is the best thing ever FYI.
Initially I thought these ‘treelings’ were gravestones, there’s a vast area planted up here.
When I got back to the car I looked across the road and saw these rather windswept trees, so snapped them before bundling myself back into the car and taking off my soggy socks (damn welly boot leak).
It was a good feeling to finally explore somewhere I pass often – do you have any places like that in your day to day life, that you pass a lot but have never stopped to take a closer look? I recommend you do!