A forest in the rain is not the same as a rain forest, but the rain was coming down as if it wanted to convince us. If I was 9 years old again I would call this my jungle. It's one of the wilder areas of Blacka and nobody else was brave enough (or daft enough) to be out in it.
The wildlife trust is threatening to come along and tidy it up. Let's hope they don't find the money. The last thing this place wants is collections of logs placed along the tracks with chain sawed cuts exposed to view. It's gone wild and is all the better for it.
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