Deep within the wildwood lies a place of myth and mystery, from which few return
, and of those few, none remain unchanged. Ryhope Wood may look like a three-mil
e-square fenced-in wood in rural Herefordshire on the outside, but inside, it is
a primeval, intricate labyrinth of trees, impossibly huge, unforgettable ...and
stronger than time itself. Stephen Huxley has already lost his father to the my
steries of Ryhope Wood.
