My friends and I went to
Brindley Village in Cannock Chase for inspiration in writing poems to be submitted to the upcoming Offa's Press' anthology,
Poetry of Staffordshire. Staffordshire is a landlocked country in England.
It was a very interesting and inspiring walk. I found out from my friend, Cherry, that the woods was once a village. And I guess that's the charm it gives to the woods.
It was so amazing how a civilisation can be consumed by nature over time. Indeed, nature still rules in the end.
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Only a stone? Well, it is the only remnants of the entrance to the Great War Hospital.
Yep, there used to be a hospital in the woods! |
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| We couldn't really see them but we here distant cuckoo callings |
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| A memorial of a beloved dog. A lot more all around. |
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| Our precious dogs! |
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My friends Cherry & Kuli.
Cherry's dog, Bonnie (the black & white one) and my dog Tia (the black one at the background) |
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| Field of heather. Not quite purple yet. |
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| Me & Tia on the viewing dock |
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| The three muskeeters! <3 |
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