I wanted to canoe up into the new forest national park but the river was up and making headway was tricky, so I hid my canoe and took to the woods to the east instead. This involved ignoring the ‘tresspassers will be prosecuted ‘sign I’d seen earlier!
I spent two happy days wild camping between two steep sided streams, amongst old yews and oaks. Having spent the previous week decorating and furnishing my daughter’s bedroom, this did me a power of good.
River Lymington, looking beautiful but rather full!
My home for a few days.
The same spot after I left – not a trace did I leave.
Magnificent oak festooned with epiphytes.
Glorious little streams filled the air with the gentle sound of running water and provided me with sweet-tasting, easily filtered drinking water.