"Today I arrive at the half-way stage of my six-month cancer treatment cycle when I go into hospital for a day on the drug drip to start month four. So far, the treatment is tolerable and seems to be having a positive effect.
During such days in hospitals, the mind is prone to wander here and there so I do what I have always done in such circumstances; I direct it towards the place I want it to go. That place is always a woodland scene; sometimes one from my past and occasionally from other times or images that I've enjoyed over the years of loving nature in all its splendour.
There is a place in Essex which all lovers walk. It possesses the most beautiful bluebell wood that I know of. Simply strolling its winding path in the mid-day sun invites the enchanted traveller to reach out and touch the tree trunks at either side as they pass, as if to be one with its bark. This floral woodland carpet stretches for almost one mile and it is one where the heart cries out for more as the end approaches. Upon my journey back home, the aroma of the heavenly flowers is retained in a treasured vault in my sensory memory bank. All too soon the bluebells will fade, but while they are there, their aroma crowds out every other plant and flower nearby and enters the heart of every romantic walking its path." Wlliam Forde:July 10th, 2014.