In a quest for some peace and quiet before my return to the big city on Monday, I took the path less travelled and spent a morning floating in the woods. Despite its name, Mousehold Heath in Norfolk is, in fact, predominantly woodland. In Tudor times the heath stretched round for 22 miles, but since this time has slowly decreased in size. It was given to the Council or ‘Local Corporation’ in 1880 and up until the 1900’s was used for grazing animals. As the animals left, so too did the heath land, which overtime became scrub and woodland. Thankfully parts of heath are still maintained by the Mousehold Heath Conservators and the Mousehold Heath Defenders.
As the great Harry Hill would say… ‘I like scrub and woodland but I like the classic heath land landscape, but which is better, there’s only one way to find out…’! As it goes, I actually do prefer woodland, despite my annoying tendency to stick on low hanging branches. Today was cold, so cold in fact that I turned blue…just joking…you see, I am already blue!
After an hour meandering around, I splayed myself on a bench for a short rest, only to be disturbed by a pack of hounds who came to sniff at my seams. It never fails to amaze me how utterly incapable people are at controlling their pets. I happen to have an allergic reaction to anything with sharp corners; this includes the fangs that this monster bared in my face. However, this was nothing to the looks of disgust I received from the walkers I encountered, as if I was a common piece of rubbish, littering the natural beauty of the woodland.
Needless to say, I will be glad to get back to the city where low hanging branches and packs of hounds are fewer. It’s a shame to have to admit that people still regard me as an inferior. The natural beauty of Mousehold is apparently no place for a plastic bag, however intellectual.
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