They were planted in the 1860s by the Lord of the Manor, and they cover the hillside above Weston sea front. Lots of the largest trees were cut down a few years ago, to general outcry, but I suppose they were getting to the end of their life cycle. Most were taken away, but there are still a few fallen tree trunks lying on the ground. It does mean that there are plenty of young saplings growing up now, although they are rather spindly because of the lack of light.
I love how the tree stumps left behind are being colonised by mosses, ivy and brambles. They must provide shelter for a wide variety of bug life.
Due to the darkness under the leaf canopy, there are not many flowers. This morning I noticed campions, cow parsley, dandelions and this tiny specimen, which I thought might be a violet, but I could be wrong.
I do enjoy going for walks in the woods. And although there was no snow, I couldn't help thinking of Robert Frost's poem, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, in particular the lines:
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep."
Not that I had miles to go when I left the woods - just 100 yards down the road!