Just been watching a fairly ordinary magazine type show called The One Show and they had a story that has got me hopping mad. Apparently our government has decided to privatise our woodland by selling off many of forests that are currently in the hands of the Forestry Commission and are there for all of us to enjoy.
I cannot imagine England without the woods - we are soon coming up to bluebell time - and there is nothing like a walk through a beech wood over a carpet of bluebells to lift the heart and to reaffirm a belief in a higher power.
When Anna and Katie were little Mum and I would take them to Savernake Forest, beloved of Henry VIII for hunting and chasing Jane Seymour. We would park the car and walk deep among the trees, find a clearing and, using a little camping stove have bacon and eggs out of ration tins. The girls would climb the trees and run on ahead and back thrilling in the freedom and the beauty of the green roof above us.
When I was small I would be taken to the bluebell woods to see the fairy rings and the hollowed out tree trunks they lived. My own fairy, Belinda, came from these woods and travelled back to India with me. I let her go back to her native woodland when I was about eight.
England is about trees and greenery - we love out forests and our woodland. I cannot believe that seriously this coalition government can do this and I know that I and many like me will fight with every fibre of our being. If you live here in the UK write to your local MP - I am going to. Our trees deserve our loyalty.
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