A path through the woods, more noteworthy for it’s incongruity than for its attractiveness; and I took the photo because, even though there is only one path, so some reason it reminded me of the Robert Frost poem ‘The Road Not Taken’, the first stanza of which is
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth
When I came upon this path, I wondered what the point of it was. It’s on the Rosneath Peninsular in Scotland. It’s not a densely populated area, and by some measures might seem to be in the middle of nowhere, and you’d not think there would be a shortage of places to walk, but the land is split between grazing farmland, Forestry Commission and Ministry of Defence, making wandering a bit tricky.
So, in this little patch of community land they’ve constructed this wooden and chicken wire path. It describes a loop in the woods, and there’s no incentive for straying from it because the land on which it’s constructed is so wet and boggy. There’s a little car park nearby, and it seems popular (if you count a couple of cars any time I’ve been there) with dog walkers.
It’s still a little bit of a mystery to me.