Fishpond Woods SW20 and Putney Vale Cemetery SW15

"All our wisdom is stored in the trees."

(Santosh Kalwar)

"By respecting the trees, you prove that you are a person who deserves to be respected."

(Mehmet Murat Ildin)

Wimbledon Common SW19

"Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life."

(Herman Hesse)

"A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things."

(George R R Martin)

Merry Christmas

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Wasdale

" For me, drawing is a question of death and life. Everyday I draw, I write, I do something."

(Marjane Satrapi)

" When you are older, you realise that everything else is nothing compared to drawing and painting."

(David Hockney)

Rydal Water and Grasmere

"The fallen leaves in the forest seemed to make even the ground glow and burn with light."

(Malcolm Lowry)

" Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill."

(John Muir)

Buttermere

"The fleeting hour of life of those who love the hills is quickly spent, but the hills are eternal. Always there will be the lonely ridge, the dancing beck, the silent forest; always there will be the exhilaration of the summits."

(Alfred Wainwright)

"But not even Hitler can damage the fells"

(Beatrix Potter)

The Honister Pass

"What are men to rocks and mountains?"

(Jane Austin)

"There will always be rocks in the road ahead of us, they will be stumbling blocks or stepping stones; it all depends on how you use them."

(Friedrich Nietzsche)

Derwent Water

"The first thing which I remember as an event in my life was being taken by my nurse to the brow of Friars crag on Derwent Water."

(John Ruskin)

"For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing often times the still, sad music of humanity."

(William Wordsworth)