Stanford Wood,Bedfordshire In our dog days this wood was a favoured spot, now I began to understand its originA ghost came with me to the local wood that I had not visited in over 12 years. I imagined him sitting in the car panting at my shoulder all the way and then yipping with excitement when we pulled into the layby. I half reached for a lead that was not there and shut the car door quietly.
In our dog days this was a favoured spot, or a conifer plantation where he could do no harm,a springy floored region without seasons where a wee up a tree was all he could leave behind.
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Source: theguardian.com