Flytipping In Honeylake Wood

Vince, a heating engineer had visited a few days ago to overhaul our oil fired system that has never adequately functioned upstairs since we have been here. He got it going properly for the first time, but discovered that a hose had not been fitted to the boiler, a part of which was not functioning anyway. Today he came to fit the offending item.

Jackie drove off to Mat and Tess’s and I stayed in for Vince.

This afternoon I booked the Modus in for an M.O.T. test and walked on through the woods repeating the trip I had taken recently with Giles, who informed me that our local wood rejoices in the name of Honeylake Wood.

Skyscape 2

Even in the slight breeze and the shelter of the cooler trees I had no need of a jacket. Fiercer winds have left their impact on the lie of the oaks.

Wood entrance 1

Wood entrance 2From the beckoning entrance at the far side of the field on Christchurch Road,

Footpath to bridgeStreamthe woodland drops in a gentle incline to the stream,

then climbs to level off before reaching the road to Milford on Sea.

Footpath 1Footpath 2Pines and ferns

There is just one public footpath. The others are marked private.

The occasional startled pheasant squawked, rose from a covert, and lumbered, chuntering, off; a few feet in the air. Despite their slowness, I didn’t manage to catch one.


A pile of builder’s rubbish that had been left in the undergrowth when Giles and I passed this way has been tidied and moved to the side of the vehicle-wide path, no doubt for subsequent removal.

Having enjoyed a plentiful chicken and ham pie, corned beef, and salad lunch, I dined on egg and bacon sandwiches.


  1. That footpath full of leaves that rustle when you step on them, it’s fantastic, Derrick. Beautiful place to walk. Too bad that some people have no mercy for nature.

  2. I think I would enjoy that walk. Love those wind swept trees across the green.
    Yes, pheasants fly so slowly that I have wondered how they stay in the air…perhaps it’s no wonder that they are the game bird of choice for shooters. They make men with guns feel superior.

    1. I’m afraid its a UK curse. Even the New Forest is not exempt. Builders have to pay the municipal dumps for taking rubbish, so they tip it on commons and countryside. Thank you, John

  3. What a pretty name for a pretty walk Derrick – the opening photos show such an inviting entrance, how could you not go in? It is also heartening to see the rubbish has been tidied into a pile for removal.

  4. Pooh Bear must at some stage lived in Honeylake Wood, surely to goodness, or at least Christopher Robin. “Even in the slight breeze and the shelter of the cooler trees I had no need of a jacket.” Ah! Not Pooh at all – it’s Wind in the Willows!

  5. Flytipping – another new word for me. It’s too nice a word for spoiling a forest.
    This Honeylake Wood deserves such a romantic name. So very beautiful. I like how you showed multiple scenes so different from each other. Thank you for inviting us along the walk with you.

  6. Despite the garbage, a lovely walk. In many ways, it looks like a walk we would take in Maine. The similarity tickled me.

  7. Excuse me swearing Derrick – but those fly-tippers make me so bloody angry. Just because they don’t want to pay to take it to the dump they have to go and pick the most beautiful spot imaginable to contaminate. How do they expect it will be cleaned up. Stupid B******s!

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