There is a walk in Gower that takes you down from near a great country pub alongside a woods and then along the bottom edge of it with lovely sea views along the way. It's an incredibly tranquil spot. On a calm day, you won't hear anything but the singing of birds and the gentle tromp of your feet on the ground.
But as you stroll along the foot of the woods, a wide open space on your right, you come across something quite shocking and a little eerie. Stretched in front of you is a forest, well, the shadow, ghostly remains of one.
Grey, dead trunks, one after the other, stand in a line with more scattered about, their twisted, gnarled branches, long bereft of any leaves to add a splash of green to the scene, reaching, pleadingly to the sky. It's a scene of death, a parade of skeletons and absolutely not what you would expect in such a beautiful area, otherwise abundant with life.
