Down in the woods

I've been in the woods today.  I only have to walk for five minutes to be in an ancient oak wood, thought to have been self-seeding since the Ice Age. The trees themselves have been cut down many times as this wood has been farmed for many hundreds of years, for timber, for fuel, for charcoal, and for the making of whatever could be made from the leftover bits.

Today I was gathering a strange harvest of scrap metal, plastic and broken glass from the hillside. It looked so much better when I had finished.  Its a shame that tidying my house doesn't have the same appeal.