Chalkney Wood

Oftentimes when I discover a new place I can feel how old it is, especially now that I am in England. I can almost smell the ancient age of trees and soil in the air. And sometimes, a place has such familiarity that I actually wonder if I have been there before. Take Chalkney Wood for example. In the heart of Colne Valley in Essex County lies Chalkney Wood, an ancient forest that has lived for nearly 10,000 years. Yet, however ancient this forestland is, it can be said that it does not give the same feel as other places I have been. The wood is skillfully managed by the Essex County Council and the Forestry Commission. Coppicing has been practiced in this wood for over 400 years so if they don’t have that method down yet, they probably never will. Suffice it to say though they have it down. And this past weekend I observed first hand the practice of coppicing and reaped the benefits of this method of woodland management. [Photo]
Chalkney Wood The drive to the wood was quick and easy. As my husband, stepson and I drove up the dirt road to Chalkney Wood, I felt a thrill I haven’t in a long time. With the pinging sound of gravel kicking up on the underneath of the car it reminded me of home, driving on the back roads of Vermont. How apropos that the address to the wood is America Road. There were multiple choices of paths from which to choose to enter the wood. On our chosen trail we quickly found ourselves meandering through a recently cut portion that had begun to re-grow giving that fresh and alive feeling of youth. As we worked our way through, admiring the many wildflowers in the early stages of bloom, we enjoyed the sun on our face and the piercing blue sky. Conversation sprouted on how this part of the wood had been cut very recently and that certain trees were proudly sporting their bright orange patch to show how they had been chosen to remain standing while others had obviously met their match with a chainsaw. A clear sign that the survivors were the chosen natives to remain, almost as if to watch over life. [Photo]

Wool Street No sooner had we finished that conversation did we notice that the wood had changed dramatically. Larger trees, plenty of undergrowth, woodland flowers and moss-covered stumps were enveloping us until our sunny path turned into a wonderful true woodland walk. The trees were older and we felt their age. The path seemed endless too. Weaving our way throughout the woods, often changing course, we found ourselves resting at handmade benches, on stumps or even in trees. My breathing was steady save for the several deep breaths made to inhale the smell of decomposing leaves and trees: a real woodland smell triggering another recognition I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Was it home? I do miss New England and I almost found it here in Chalkney Wood. It was at this moment I noticed we were walking along the ancient Roman street, Wool Street. Haha! This is definitely not New England. This is true England in all it's ancient life and history. And we were here, walking the same path, breathing the same air and living in a moment that so many of our forefathers had done. [Photo]
Muntjac (center of path in distance) 
All in all it was a marvelous day, complete with a picnic lunch, a few tree climbs, wildlife and laughter. The promises of viewing wildlife as long as we remained fairly quiet became a reality when we spotted one hungry muntjac – my stepson’s first glimpse of a muntjac too. I encourage you to visit Chalkney Wood. If it’s in your back garden, you have nothing to lose. If it’s the better part of a day for you to get there, bring your picnic lunch and binoculars. You won’t be disappointed. Take the Chalkney Wood Walk This marvelous 5-mile walk takes you through the Colne Valley and Chalkney Wood into Earles Colne. Enjoy lunch at one of the several pubs or a cream tea at the tea room in Earles Colne. Visit the Colne Valley site for details of the walk.
Nearby Villages of interest include Marks Tey, Bures, Sudbury and Colchester.

The River Stour

To kick off this blog about living in and visiting East Anglia, it seems most appropriate to write about the river Stour. Appropriate because I have explored this area more than any other in East Anglia. Appropriate because it is one of England's oldest navigations. And appropriate in hopes that the river's original meaning "the strong, powerful one", will give this blog the strength and power to continue on, perhaps changing course, yet encouraging some to take refuge along it's mighty path.
[Photo] In short, it is modestly stunning. The river gracefully curves along the landscape and softly erodes its banks to slowly change its course. Slowly being the operative word: so slow in fact that change is indiscernable until centuries have passed and only the paintings and photographs of times past compared to those of present indicate the true nature of the river's actions. The history alone makes one walk slower to soak in as much as possible, to breath in air that may have existed hundreds of years ago in hopes of capturing a glimpse of life as it used to be or perhaps to give oneself a new perspective on life as it is now. Whether you are in need of such solititude, simply need to stretch your legs or are in search of the famed and most honored inhabitants of the River, the white-legged damsel fly, scarse chasher dragonfly and the otter, the river can accommodate you.
Must Sees & Dos Along The River Stour Bridges of the Stour Long Melford Dedham Vale Flatford Chappel and Wakes Colne Bures Special Links Tourist Guide to Suffolk Villages On-line Guide to Suffolk River Stour Trust River Stour Boating [Photo]

It only works when you use both

My stepson

In the last year he has provided me with a lifetime of funny stories which I will undoubtedly threaten to use against him when he least suspects. As I am sure those of you with children understand, the humorous material they provide is endless. 

Chay is eight years old and as such, considers himself a man. He wears a "tough" look when he's around adults giving the impression that he's uninterested. He imagines he is a rugged outdoors man (who interestingly enough is grossed out by touching bugs and dramatizes "injuries" such as limping when he's scraped a knee and then forget the injury only to resume limping on the other leg when he witnesses you looking at him). And of course, he falls for every marketing campaign selling new toys, video games and naturally, men's deodorizing body spray.

Sex sells... even to children

We've all seen those sexy Lynx commercials demonstrating how easy it it is to strip a woman down to her leopard print panties simply by spraying the body spray in a Z pattern across your chest. Well, for those of you who have been using this, pay close attention. As Chay informed me, it doesn't really "work" unless you use both the shower gel and body spray together...

An innocent dose
On Christmas Eve, Chay and I were in the house talking about Father Christmas, where he might be in the world at that very moment and how many presents he thought he would get between all of the separate Christmases he would be celebrating over the next two days. Wearing his super cool look, he produced a box set of Lynx shower gel and body spray that his mother gave him as an early present (he asks for the spray every year). He was especially excited about it because it contained two products, the shower gel of which he had never used up to that point and of course the deodorizing body spray. Eager to tear into it, he asked if it would be alright if he put some on. "Sure", I replied. 

Tsh, tsh, tsh. 

I heard a very conservative amount being sprayed onto his shirt and thought to myself, "whew, that's OK. Not too much. I can still breath". A few moments later after walking into the kitchen I heard the horrifying sound...

tttssshhhhhhh, tttssshhhhhhh, tttssshhhhhhh.... 

Walking into a cloud of perfume I noticed with a dreamy look he was gazing at the box containing the treasured items. As he looked up from the box he commented on a diagram on the back indicating how to use this deadly combination.

Pointing to to the first part of the equation he said "see, first you use the shower gel." Moving on to the second part of the equation he informed me that that step two was to spray the deodorizing body spray on in a Z pattern, as he just had.  At the third part he stumbled and paused. 

"Aaand, I'm nooot suuure what this last part means..." he stammered.

My reply? "Oh, that means you're ready to party!

"Really? It looks like a guy with two girls?"

"Sure, you're dancing with the ladies!" I replied with a grin.

It only works when you use both

Later that night after Chay was in bed I mentioned the conversation to Justin. "It all makes sense now!" Apparently  Justin had noticed that Chay sprayed the Lynx over his body and asked humorously if he was 'trying to get a girlfriend'. Chay's response? "No, Dad. It only works when you use both. And I'm never using both!"