There was a time, several years ago now, when I was walking the dogs along the northernmost edge of the woods. These Wessex woodland paths are old, the land here has carried people for thousands of years, as a way through, a place to live, and a place to lay the dead. Pathways for getting from one place to another, but also ground that holds burials, settlements, and the long eroded traces of lives spent close to the trees. You couldn’t be much further from other people, at l

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