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remembrance of things past Oct 2007 |
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Each year as I make a late visit to Brownsea Island at this time, I recapture that sense of excitement and adventure I remember from my childhood on the banks of the River Frome, the feeling that there is no-one else there – only the wild creatures of the wood, that some surprise awaits around the next bend in the track – a feeling that the so called civilised world has been left behind. The scent of the pine trees wafting on the warm breeze, the crack of a falling twig or fir cone and the carpet of |
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soft warm pine needles muffling a footfall on the dappled ground. This is a magical experience there just for the taking..£ |
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