Despite living by the sea (which I love by the way) I yearn to walk amongst the trees from time to time.
Going to Whiteways Lodge was a regular Sunday outing when growing up; after Sunday lunch we piled in the car (that only came out of the garage at weekends) and off we went usually ending up walking in the woods.
An awful lot of the old wood was decimated in the 1987 hurricane but there is still a wonderful atmosphere walking through all these young vibrant trees.
We only saw a handful of other walkers so it felt like we had the woods to ourselves.
Back home mummy bear made lots of piping hot porridge.