Where The Sun Is Silent
It's a quote from the first canto of the Inferno, the bit about being lost in a dark forest, which just seems pretty apt lately. The lovely old pollard is in Unigate Woods (not that I'm trying to imply that Streatham is one of the circles of hell or anything) - which is actually at the end of my road, and I have not been aware that it was a public woods until only last week! This is not an original part of the Great North Wood - it was cleared for grazing as early as the 18th C, as there has been a dairy on the site for most of the past few hundred years. But since there is no more grazing, it has steadily been reverting to woodland - with a few of these lovely old pollards leading the way.