Someone thought Crow’s Wood was great (as do I), and made a reading nook on one of its isles. So cosy, skulls notwithstanding!
Sometimes, while on the road, and if we’re not going too fast, we trundle past makeshift campsites. Frequently, they are abandoned, but sometimes you see what happened as the person lay asleep. Not able to do anything since they have been long dead, the only thing we can do is to remind ourselves to stand guard, always, lest we suffer the same fate.