This is an editorial illustration for an article about forest bathing. I used to live in the forest of dean in my late teens and early twenties. My parents bought and converted an old derelict Methodist chapel. I used to go for long walks with our black lab. I didn't know it was called that at the time, but i forest bathed, as i sat beside the nearby lake, watching the ducks and listening to the sounds of the forest. If I sat still for long enough I sometimes saw unexpected things that were a delight, a family of foxes with tiny fox cubs, little hedgehogs etc. So, this is an illustration of that time in my life, including a little glimpse of the chapel through the trees. There is poetic licence of course, we weren't that close to the lake. it was about a five minute walk.
