Tim Bird (1)

A magical, poetic eulogy to an old growth forest south of London that was done in by rampant woodcutting and urban sprawl frames the somewhat random bits of lore tucked in between. This may make sense to someone with more familiarity with the area, but too much left me wondering, "What's that got to do with anything?" Made me a little sad, but also left me giving a little shrug too much of the time.