A path through the ancient oak woodland of Millook Woods in Cornwall. This woodland is pretty remote (no parking anywhere near and the roads in the area are crazy steep one track affairs anyway) so the woodland is pristine, it is like stepping back in time.
We sang The North Country Maid back in the dark ages of my boyhood, the version well-known in folk clubs today. I forget quite where I found Home Dearest Home, but I like it best; it has a story and a reason for the maid wanting to return, besides a love of trees.
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