It’s easy to miss Wilsey Woods. If you’re on your way to spend a holiday in Cornwall and you’re racing down the A395 from Launceston after a long gruelling travel on the M5 or A30, and you can’t wait to get into your holiday home or rental cottage in Polzeath, chances are, you’ll never even notice driving past this little patch of Forest.
We’ve lived in our little village by the sea for the past eight years and I’m embarrassed to say that we’ve never visited, in spite it being a mere ten-minute drive from where we live. Not that we don’t notice it, I see it all the time. But our tendency is to go to Minster Woods located within our vicinity, or head off somewhere further away for a day-trip out.
However last Saturday, our little family, did just that. We finally headed to Wilsey Woods.
We were surprised to see the gate obviously rammed in by a vehicle. Debris of the gate was left on the ground, with nails exposed which can damage wheels or heaven-forbid injure a person. The historian cleared the mess as much as he can, getting rid especially of the wood with exposed nails.
There isn’t any parking around, I’m afraid, you’ll have to park along the entrance and make sure that you don’t block the drive-way.
We didn’t know what to expect, or more like, we weren’t really expecting anything. We just wanted to go out and walk Doc in a different place and this little woodland was always in our radar, but just one of those places, you always plan to go to, but never really get around to doing it till now.
And then the husband and I spotted a make-shift-forest-den. To me it looked like a scene from my childhood where my cousins and I would try to make a house in our grandmother’s garden with any material we could get our hands on. This looked magical to me. This is what childhood is all about. This of course, quickly piqued little T’s interest too.
And of course, Doc was busy doing his own thing.
The sulking teenager was gone and I had my inquisitive, excitable little T back happy to go exploring with me.
We looked at trees that were lying on the forest ground.
We checked out the moss covering the ground like carpet.
And of course, even her Dad had to help in the making of Anna’s forest den.
I think Ana looks rather pleased with her den.
By this time, the sky turned greyer and we decided that it was time to do more exploring before the rain came back.
We kept moving, and little T kept exploring …
Up the muddy walk …
We never got around to exploring more because the sky turned greyer, it was best to head back to the car before the downpour began.
What about you? Is there a place nearby where you’ve been meaning to visit, but never get around to doing it no matter how close the place is to where you live?