A wild place of our own

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about “wild” places that are important to me. When I say “wild” I don’t mean windswept Scottish islands, or even snow topped Welsh mountains, I’m talking local. Places I go when I need to clear my head, special places that are important just to me. Never has the importance of a “wild” place hit home so hard as when I came across a tree this week. On it was a simple wooden plaque.

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