The Forest of my youth.

I've wandered in these woods for decades. I remember carefully picking my way through the newly planted trees as a boy, softly letting my fingers brush the growing tips.
Last month a grass fire raged through Anglezarke and despite the best attempts of the fire service and mountain rescue volunteers nothing could be done to save the forest. Arson.
I couldn't bring myself to visit for a while, but today I ventured within. Here are more shots.