Not far from here is a wood. And in this wood, there is a lake, Eavestone Lake. It’s always quiet here, because there is no road nearby. Simply quiet, leaf-mould paths. The trees look ancient, but in the main, they’re not. We met an old forester recently, who told us he remembered when these woods were cut down for timber when he was a boy. The trees have simply regenerated.
Some of the older trees were left. And they tend to twist characterfully and lean over into the lake. Like this one, of which I show two images, one for Becky’s Walking Squares, while the header photo is for Jez’s Water, Water Everywhere.

This place always puts me in mind of Rudyard Kipling’s The Way through the Woods, which, if you’re so minded, you can read here.
Enjoyed the poem, thanks for the link.
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I thought you’d follow that up, Susan – thanks!
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I like the reflections! A lovely place for peace and quite.
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It really is. Go there and you won’t be disturbed.
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I love the way you’ve caught a last bit of autumn colour in your shots. I’ve been enjoying that on my walks and hoping the wind might hold off for a little longer. Passed a fabulous ginko which lit up the sky yesterday.
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Oh fabulous! that must have looked wonderful. Yesterday when I was walking felt different – wintry – even though it was mild.
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It lit up the grey sky like a splash of neon! Wintry here, too.
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🙂
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some woods have a soul, and this feels like one of those – wonderful. Thanks for taking us here Margaret
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You’re absolutely right, Becky. I think the fact that these is no road nearby, and in fact the nearest one doesn’t lead anywhere much, helps enormously to preserve its atmosphere.
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Ah, “They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,”
Love that poem, Marghanita Laski’s Common Ground introduced me to it, then I discovered my mother knew it, and could recite it with aplomb! Some great images of ‘your’ wood, Margaret
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Thanks Sue. There are more where those came from.
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Hope you’ll be showing us them!
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Well, you, anyway 😉
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Brill!
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Ooh, I haven’t read that, so when I find a quiet moment….? Do you know I’ve been reading Elizabeth George’s ‘Something to hide’ for weeks? I can barely manage a few pages here and there but it’s a cracking good yarn. And yes, I love your soulful woods.
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Don’t know Elizabeth George. Recommended?
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I think you might like her. Have a look at the reviews 🤗💖
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Will do. But sooooo much to read ….
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The poem is new to me and I love it, as you might expect. The photos are a joy. You’ve captured the peace and antiquity of late autumn.
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It was the last autumn day for me. Yesterday, though not particularly cold, spoke of winter.
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Still autumn here. That first whisper of winter will be along very soon.
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It’s true. It wasn’t fully committed, wasn’t winter.
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Beautifully captured! I like the way the branches dip into the water, the canopy of colorful leaves, and the moss on the trunk. Magical!
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Wow! Looks simply wonderful
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It really is a place to relish.
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A venerable oak indeed!
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Venerable, but not an oak: beech. No hard feelings. He’s too venerable to mind about youngsters making the odd error.
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How lovely, and they do bring to mind Kipling’s poem–beautiful and haunting in a sense too.
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I think so. I’m glad you read the Kipling too.
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Very tranquil
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It was indeed.
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What a beautiful place!!
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It is. I love this place
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I love the reflections here, especially in that first image (don’t you dare say you’re just a snap-shotter!) And yes, your description of the wood matches the mood of Kipling’s poem perfectly 🙂
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Thanks Sarah. Flattery will get you everywhere! And it’s the wood that just keeps on giving. Probably more to come.
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Such light and colour and poem so fitting. Lovely post.
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Thanks. It’s a special spot.
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Oh Margaret, what a wonderful capture of that tree 😀 😀
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It’s a fabulous tree, and it posed beautifully, Cee.
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Isn’t fun to capture things that don’t move on you LOL
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Fair point! Quite right.
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Bucolic beauty Margaret.
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Definitely.
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Looks like such a peaceful place, Margaret 👏 It’s always good to find somewhere away from the influence of cars; most folk don’t make the effort to visit somewhere like that; I’m glad you did & shared a couple of great reflections 😃
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It’s one of my secret places, Jez. Don’t tell a soul.
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Amazing tree and reflections Margaret 🙂
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A fine tree in a fine place, Brian.
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Fabulous tree and beautifully captured to share with those of us living in towns.
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Yes, this is a real proper depths of the country walk.
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Beautifully composed image!
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Thank you. It composed itself really. There was hardly anywhere else I could stand!
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Well, sometimes that works out just perfectly!
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The photos are beautiful, Margaret and I am so pleased you linked to the Kipling. I love his poems; so many people avoid him because of his jingoism.
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Yes, it’s a pity. He was a man of his times with views that were, sadly, normal then. But his tales and poems shouldn’t be forgotten. Missing you on the blogosphere Clare. Have you decided to call it a day? Your followers will miss you if so.
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Thank you Margaret, how kind of you! No, I’m not giving up yet. I have had a few health problems this year and been very busy with my family. I was beginning to feel guilty that I wasn’t able to read and respond to everyones’ posts and had no time to post any of my own either. My camera was causing problems, I had no time for walks and outings and then to crown it all my lap-top got so slow it was unusable! The arthritis in my hands makes using my phone very difficult so I couldn’t blog that way. I’m afraid I just stopped everything and took a few months off without letting anyone know; thoughtless, I know 😉 My health problems have calmed down, my younger daughter has left university with a First Class Honours degree and has been assessed as having autism, I have a new lap-top and I hope to have a little more time in the new year and will begin posting again then, with luck. I have been reading a lot this year which has been such a comfort. I hope you are keeping well xx
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Oh, poor you, Clare. But well done to your daughter, and good to have a diagnosis too. Don’t come back to blogging till you’re good and ready – it’s meant to be fun for you. Yup, all fin(ish) here too – just the usual health problems associated with advancing years. A happy and restful Christmas to you and your family xx
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Thank you very much, Margaret xx
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A lovely solitude, Margaret.
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It was.
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🤗🤗🤗
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What a magnificent tree image! Nice autumn colors.
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It was a lovely afternoon.
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Lovely twisted old tree ❤️
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