Author's Note

The plot for the story began when I was giving the dogs their daily run in a tiny wood near my home. A long-distance footpath, the Wealdway, runs through the wood. Only occasionally do I see anyone walking along it. I started wondering what sort of people would have used the path in centuries past. Then I began to wonder how I would feel if I learned that the wood was going to be torn down, and whether I would be willing to do anything to try to save it.

I had intended to give a balanced picture of protesters and road developers. I failed. The protesters won. Shadow, Misty and all the others were just too persuasive.

Mike Matson Sussex 1997