I am writing a series of childhood memories about the New Forest where I was fortunate to grow up. Wootton Stream was a magical place, almost Narnian, where we were not route marched about by parents for healthy exercise - it was a place to play and run wild with our imaginations. The photograph is by my dear friend Tig who loved this stream too and who shared some of her memories with me to help make this poem.
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