Not everyone’s idea of a retirement present, perhaps, but three years ago Hamish Ross bought himself a wood to the east of Windermere, roughly triangular and bordered by a dry-stone wall.
“The first thing we did was fix the walls and put up a deer-proof fence,” he said, leading me through the new gate.
“They’d been getting in for decades – eaten everything. The under-storey had completely disappeared. Now, we get excited about brambles.”
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