Lost In Tyrell's Wood

Rather an inauspicious start today, when I dramatically fell out of bed in the early hours. I can recall aiming a retaliatory kick in the middle of a disturbed dream and then crash - I was on the floor. Hopefully the day would improve.

And it did. Driving south, Sue and I were blessed with sun and big sky during our excursion.

After attending to business in Long Statton, we parked up south of the town at Tyrell's Wood. Our intention: to fit some exercise into a busy day.


Inside the forest was lovely, full of every shade of green and all fresher than new money. All around us leaves were hanging on for dear life, in those final days before the forest stripped naked for Christmas. Underfoot, on the worn pathways, the soil was a rich black pudding mix.

Despite the sun's presence, walking in the forest was cold: finger-tingling cold, nose-runningly cold, face numbingly cold. Now if only my brain had been half as sharp as the weather, then we probably wouldn't have got lost. But distracted by a mad dog and multiple pathways, we ended up deeper in the forest than planned.

In our defence I have to say the Boudicca Way that runs through the forest is pretty poorly signposted, making it all too easy to get lost. This of course, could be handy, should you have an annoying relative that you'd like to "lose" over the Christmas period. A pre-festive walk in the wood could mean a joyeux noel for the rest of the family.

Trust me, you could not lose them in a nicer piece of woodland.

Location:The Street,Lowestoft,United Kingdom