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We used to be able to walk up through these bluebell woods, but they are engaged in rearing pheasants for people to shoot in Autumn so we are not allowed in.

Shame really both about the killing of the birds and that we can't go in. The trees are really tall and on hot days after work it used to be lovely and cool in there and when the wind blows the trees creak and we christened it Creaky Wood.

Molly has been naughty recently when we go walking in the field where the mole hills are, she starts digging and won't come when called, totally ignores us, so I put her on a lead today until we got passed them and when I let her off she ran all the way back to start digging them up, so I left her and kept calling but it fell on deaf ears. We picked her up on the way back.