On the way into (and, indeed, the way out of) Rowney Woods there is a long, quite dreary walk down a stony road with old nissen huts down one side (presumably left over from the Second World War) and a field on the other side. The road is lined with young oak trees, and when these mature, should provide a nice avenue into the woods.
For once, there was something slightly different to see this last Sunday. Overnight we had reasonably strong winds and it was still blowing when we arrived at the woods in the late morning. The wind had certainly taken its toll on the leaves and the trees were now looking quite bare. Many of the leaves had been blown into the wire fencing between the road and the nissen huts.
