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Happiness is standing still …


Looking up at the canopy of my wood. Yes. MY. WOOD.

Looking up at the canopy of my wood. Yes. MY. WOOD.

In my wood. Yes, you heard that correctly. My. Wood. Those of you who read this blog will know that Ive recently  moved house. Despite the fact that our previous house was perfectly good, I’ve never really felt ‘at home’ there. It was a place I lived rather than my ‘home’.

It had a huge garden that was roughly 120′ long and was just too much work to not only keep down, but to actually get into a decent condition to start with. Which didn’t help my outlook.

I then spent roughly six months of my life trapped in that house due to crippling pain and drug induced sleep caused by a trapped kidney pain, as well as damage caused by attempts to get rid of the stone. Needless to say, when someone posted a letter through our door saying that they were looking to buy in the area and could pay cash, I was more than happy to start looking at properties.

They say that the average person in Britain spends less time buying a house than they do a car. Probably because houses have spirits. You’ll know what I mean by that, they seem to absorb the nature of the people that lived in them previously. You can walk into a strange house and immediately think ‘Nope’, just as you can walk into a house and think ‘Fuck yeah.’ You’ll only have been there for a minute at most and yet you’ll make an almost instinctive decision to buy. There and then, you know that you want the house.

This house was a most definite ‘fuck yeah’. It had a library for me (big tick), an office for me and Karen (bigger tick), and a utility room (even bigger tick). It also had a nice sized lawned garden that led down a bank to a small valley with a stream running through it and, more importantly, a protected wood running all the way from the top of the valley down to a road.

This means that I have a wood in my garden, as the wood runs right through our boundary. I own a wood. It’s a small wood and there are many woods like it, but this is MY wood. I’ve always wanted to own a wood. Ever since I was an Elven Ranger racing through the woods to defeat the Orc invasion, or a member of the British army fighting the German/Russian hordes, I’ve loved running through, and playing in woods. I’ve also loved just sitting and strolling through woods, especially now as people look really oddly at me as I run past them screaming Elvish war cries (their problem, not mine).

Now, I can wander down to the end of my lawn, unlatch the gate, and enter my own sylvan kingdom, and that dear reader, makes me truly happy.

About mattsylvester

Father of two beautiful daughters and married to the beautiful Karen, Matthew has been reading and writing fantasy and science fiction since he first read the Hobbit at the age of 7. Matthew was Features Editor, Technical Consultant and regular columnist for magazines such as ‘Fighters’, ‘Combat’, ‘TKD & Korean Martial Arts’ and ‘Traditional Karate’. These are the four leading martial arts magazines in the United Kingdom. He is also the author of the critically acclaimed 'Practical Taekwondo: Back to the Roots', which has been sold around the world. With regard to his martial arts background he has been studying martial arts since 1991. In 1995 he hosted Professor Rick Clark of the ADK and since then has been studying pressure points and their uses in the martial arts and on the street (initially as a Special Constable and as a Door Supervisor). All of this practical hands-on experience means that he is uniquely placed to write fight scenes that are not only plausible but some of which are based on personal or anecdotal experience. Matthew has had a number of short stories published by Fringe Works, KnightWatch Press, Anderfam Press and Emby Press.

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