Along the old railway track, built to carry coal from the Scremeston mine, a dense band of woodland has grown up. The clanking coal wagons are long gone and the track is a quiet, green corridor.  Down in the shady cutting, ferns festoon the rock faces and snaking roots brace the trees leaning from the bank above.  This wood is full of surprises.

 

A puzzle to challenge passers-by
Advice from a tree
A door and a key
No gauzy wings for these fairies

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