There’s something truly magical about the deep woods. Not just a cluster of trees in a botanical garden somewhere – but actual, ancient woodland that goes on and on. I’m partial – perhaps and of course – as my surname Van Der Walt means From The Woods (although it refers to the Frieswoud in the Northern Netherlands). And most probably my infatuation with the woods skipped a gen or two (or four or five). But as I step deeper into the woodlands, something visceral happens. A peace descends even as an energy rises. On a sunny day it’s as close to an ideal environment as I can imagine. On a misty day, it must have terrified the hell out of young Roman Legionnaires. Empires come and go, you see. The woods are forever.