Leafy Lanes.

Norham to Old Bewick to Rothbury.

I am presently in an office tower on Park Avenue, 22 stories above the New York City streets. The sky is broken into symetrical grid lines, deliniated and obstructed by other skyscrapers, and my air is filtered and climate controlled through a ventilation system. I am dreaming of the English countryside and the walking trip I am planning there soon. Your website was food for the soul. Thank you for the absolutely gorgeous pictures and poetry.

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
Joyce Kilmer.

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time.
John Lubbock.

Northumberland, covering an area of 1,942 square miles.

Northumberland, population 310,800

Never Have So Few Had So Much.

In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be
static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in
metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.
John Fowles

I believe in the cosmos. All of us are linked to the cosmos. Look at
the sun: If there is no sun, then we cannot exist. So nature is my god.
To me, nature is sacred; trees are my temples and forests are
my cathedrals.

Mikhail Gorbachev, 1990

No town can fail of beauty, though its walks were gutters
and its houses hovels, if venerable trees make magnificent
colonnades along its streets.
Henry Ward Beecher, Proverbs, 1887

I have always found thick woods a little intimidating, for they are so secret
and enclosed. You may seem alone but you are not, for there are always
eyes watching you. All the wildlife of the woods, the insects, birds, and
animals, are well aware of your presence no matter how softly you may tread,
and they follow your every move although you cannot see them.
Thalassa Cruso

Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come.
Chinese proverb

One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the ages can.
William Wordsworth, The Tables Turned

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