So today I went and walked amongst the trees, and along by the rivers of my beloved Exmoor. Down by the Danes Brook all was well. Two graceful and ethereal hinds silently made their way through the trees - they saw me long before I saw them. I walked down the steep stony path at white rocks, to where the sparkling brook meets the Barle. It is paradise to me. There is nothing I need in this place. I feel a peace like no other amongst these friends whose roots spiral down into the cool, damp earth. Their moss laden limbs do not judge me. They do not condemn. They gently hold the space in which I can simply be myself. I feel an ancient wisdom resides here. One that spans all time and space. No wonder writers and poets have been so inspired by the woods, the coombs, the moors and the living rivers - it is almost impossible not to weep at the beauty of it.