Managed to grab some time to explore a nearby goyle recently - a nice respite from the the shortening days, lenghtening working hours and general build up to Christmas that is well and truely upon us. So nice to see so much green at this time of the year.
What’s a goyle? It’s the west country term for the ditches draining off fields, enclosed in little woody areas, that have eroded themselves into mini ravines. Lots of ferns, hazel and holly, and the odd big oak and ash. I rather imagine Geoffrey Household’s Rogue Male hid out in something similar, although he was slightly further west of here, and in what I think was actually a double hedge. Need to re-read.