Windsor Hill Wood is my nurturing nursery for

my lost soul.

All of me is welcome.
I can play, scream, sing or cry - be too much or 'not enough'. Just as I think I've got it all worked out the sun comes out and casts a new shadow but someone's always ready with a torch.

This place works better than any medicine I've been on. I feel I have become part of an extended familyand I know I'm being cared for.