This strange, minimalist barrier to driving onto the field is not part of the Beechwoods, but standing opposite the entrance it has become inextricably associated with the woods in my mind. I see an enigmatic abstract sculpture.
In the early dawn of 31st December the woods were dark and sombre, a duo-chrome of greys and russet brown relieved only by splashes of emerald green from mosses and lichens. The effect was almost to give the illusion of patches of sunlight. (See also post 3rd December 2016)
Photos: Worts Causeway and Beechwoods, Cambridge, December 2016