Return to My Trees: Notes from the Welsh Woodlands
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When and how did we humans lose our connection with nature – and how do we find it again?
Matthew Yeomans seeks to answer these questions as he walks more than 300 miles through the ancient and modern forests of Wales, losing himself in their stories (and on the odd unexpected diversion, too).
Return to My Trees weaves together history and folklore with tales of industrial progress and decay. On his journey, he visits landmarks that once were home to ancient Druids, early Celtic saints, Norman Lords and the great mining communities that reshaped Wales. He becomes immersed in the woodlands that inspired the country’s great legends. At one point he even stumbles upon a herd of television-watching cows.
As Yeomans walks, he reflects on these woods’ uncertain future, his own relationship with nature and the global problems we need to solve if humans are to truly make peace with the natural world. from tree-planting in ways that are actually beneficial to the environment and local communities to embedding the value of nature into our financial and economic systems.
The result is a fascinating and funny adventure that offers insight into the past, present and future of Wales’s woodlands and shows what the rest of the world can learn from them.
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Return to My Trees - Matthew Yeomans
Introduction
Here’s when I first knew I had to write a book about trees. It was a warm, Friday afternoon in April 2020. I had walked five miles through the neighbourhoods of Cardiff in Wales and had reached the sprawling Pentrebane housing estate on the western fringe of the city. There, bizarrely, I discovered a public footpath that led into a large woodland.
I could see the path snaked up to a high ridge then disappeared in the trees. I had walked many parts of Cardiff but never seen this wooded route before. I was both exhilarated and a little scared at the prospect of entering this space. It would have been easy to turn back and walk the city streets I knew so well but I didn’t. I stepped through the threshold and into the woods.
A few minutes before I had been walking in a busy housing estate. Now I was alone amongst the trees – hundreds of them standing side by side in a serene coexistence. Clumps of wild garlic grew on the sides of the ridge and shafts of sunlight bespeckled the ground where I walked. Right there and then in Pentrebane Woods, the power of trees and the natural world hit me. The beauty of this peaceful place and its sense of authority overwhelmed me – it seemed to hold a superiority over the messy city life I had left behind.
I walked back home almost in a trance, mesmerised by the sense of calm I’d felt in the woods. It was addictive and I knew I wanted more.
When lockdown started in late March 2020 daily life froze and my family, along with everyone else in the UK, were forced to stay at home for nearly three months – only allowed out to do essential food and medicine shopping and for one period of exercise each day.
We all adapted in our own ways. My wife hunkered down into her hobbies with an application I could only marvel at. First, she went on a crocheting binge. Huge, fluffy packages of wool would arrive by courier to be transformed within hours (or so it felt like) into blankets, sweaters and ponchos. Then she was introduced by a friend to sourdough baking. Before long we were feasting on sourdough bread, focaccia, pizza and even naan.
My 14-year-old daughter coped by binge watching Netflix and Amazon – who knew they’d even made 15 series of Grey’s Anatomy? My 17-year-old son, meanwhile, did what he always did – playing video games online with friends. Aside from not going to school, his life seemed to carry on pretty much as normal!
I didn’t take to lockdown as easily. I was the only one of the family who had worked from home before the pandemic hit. But now that I had to stay at home I was going stir-crazy. Worse still, the bouts of anxiety that I had been fighting for the past few years now came daily.
I distinctly remember when I first became aware that I was struggling with anxiety. It was a few years before in San Diego in a packed auditorium at a big corporate sustainability conference. I was due to run a workshop the next day for executives from some of the world’s biggest brands. It should have been exciting – the perfect opportunity to build interest in a new online platform I had created. Except I felt like a fraud.
For the past 10 years I’d worked as a sustainability journalist and writer. I understood as well as anyone the issues that all these companies attending the conference needed to address. But, deep down, if I’m being honest, I didn’t believe in myself enough as an entrepreneur to build and run the business I had started. I felt both like an outsider and an imposter.
As I sat in the audience, I felt myself tensing up, my breathing becoming laboured. I was overwhelmed with a sense of being trapped. I snuck out of the auditorium and headed straight back to my hotel room. Hours later, I realised that I had strained all my stomach muscles through stress.
Once I returned home, things seemed to return to normal – or so I thought. In hindsight, the periodic waves of worry, the underlying and persistent sense of dread about everything and yet nothing should have been a wake-up call. That came a few months later.
It was over really before it had begun – a random act of road rage over the right of way on my own street in Cardiff with an aggressive taxi driver who, after screaming at me from his cab, jumped out, ran at my car and tried to grab me by the throat through the driver window. It was farcical to be honest. With a few choice words I sent him cursing back to his taxi. But the damage was done. When I got home, I sat down and realised I was shaking uncontrollably. My ears were ringing, my heart was racing, and I felt frozen, locked in place by fear.
That’s when I did something I’d been promising to do for months – I called my doctor. He called me in straight away. I was having a panic attack he told me. He suggested counselling and gave me prescription for beta blockers that would slow my heart rate and minimise anxiety.
Over the next six months, I took a couple of pills but, for me personally, I didn’t really like the idea of being dependent on a drug – even one as benign as beta blockers. Instead, I turned to exercise, making my gym a second home and trusting the endorphin buzz of working out to counter my anxious feelings.
When Covid hit, my gym shut, and I had to find another option. Outside the weather was unseasonably warm and dry for early April so I decided to exercise and practise yoga in the garden. That would be just the peaceful, centring activity my body and brain required. But each time I settled onto my purple mat and tried to meditate my anxious thoughts away, noises from the neighbourhood, packed full of other families also confined to their gardens, ate into my brain. I tried playing music through my headphones but still I couldn’t block out the laughing, barbecuing and general good-natured cacophony of people trying to the make the most of what was a very bad time.
The final straw happened one exceptionally warm afternoon when I was trying to work on my yogic breathing in the garden only to be soaked by next door’s kids dive-bombing into their paddling pool. Outwardly, I laughed about it but deep down I felt desperate. There was only one solution. I had to escape.
So that’s when I started walking – short distances at first around my neighbourhood and the local parks in Cardiff – but then longer meandering explorations of the city. Wherever I went – whether it be the hidden trails of Bute Park by Cardiff Castle, the tightly packed terraced streets of Cathays and Grangetown, the cycle route down to the Bay or the Taff Trail out to Castell Coch, the magical 19th-century Gothic Revival folly on the northern edge of the city – the same process would take place. I would start out anxious but, within 10 minutes of setting a steady pace, I would fall into a rhythm of walking, not thinking. As I did, I relaxed and my breathing (and the pounding in my chest that at home was so loud I could hear it as I tried to work) calmed. Soon I was walking seven or more miles every day and I was counting down the hours until I could start out on the next adventure.
I wasn’t alone. It was remarkable just how many people had committed to walking on a daily basis. The parks were packed and even the local golf courses, normally reserved for the enjoyment of a privileged few, had been transformed into public spaces by families eager to embrace the outdoors. A national walking culture seemed to have sprung up out of nowhere.
Some days I had a plan for where I was headed. Other times I just put one foot in front of the other and went. Invariably I walked to music – specifically Spotify playlists compiled by myself and a group of old university friends. We would meet once a week on Zoom and talk music, select a genre or year to cover, then spend the next seven days building a playlist to meet the challenge. One day I’d be energised by the rhythms of Nigerian greats, Fela Kuti and William Onyeabor and the collective sound of Ethiopia’s 1970s funk and soul scene. Another I’d feel nostalgic revisiting tracks from my university days like Joy Division’s She’s Lost Control, This Mortal Coil’s Song to the Siren and Temptation by Heaven 17. I revisited my love of New York Latin artists like Willie Colón and Héctor Lavoe. And I started to explore more of the new Welsh music scene – expanding beyond my comfort zone of Super Furry Animals, Manic Street Preachers, Cate Le Bon and Gwenno to take in artists like Alffa, Boy Azooga and 9Bach – all compiled for our ‘Green, Green Grass’ playlist.
On my walks I began to think more about the situation we all found ourselves in. Covid had come at us out of the blue, but the warning signs had been apparent for many years. Having charted the initial panic when the pandemic hit, the media was now turning its attentions to the root causes. Article after article highlighted how the pandemic was the result of a breakdown between nature and society – how decades of deforestation had forced the animal population closer to humans and how a disease that once might have remained hidden away deep in tropical forests had reached our cities and jumped from animals to humans.
Other commentators looked at the havoc this pandemic had caused and warned it was merely a taste of what climate change, caused by a breakdown in the relationship of humans to nature, would bring. ‘Think This Pandemic Is Bad? We Have Another Crisis Coming’ was the headline of one New York Times column that cried out for a new Green Deal to avert both climate change and future pandemics.
It felt like Covid, having brought our world to a screeching halt, had shocked people from many walks of life into realising that the old ways of doing things weren’t working any more – whether commuting to work each day, burning fossil fuels to power our cars, homes and businesses or cutting down forests and treating nature like an afterthought just to satisfy our rampant consumer culture. The virus had exposed our greatest fallibilities but, at the same time, the vacuum of normal activity it had created was giving us the headspace to contemplate how we could live life better in the future.
With normal life and my business on hold, and with no real sense of when or even if it would ever come back, I also was on the threshold of a fundamental change. The pandemic had forced me to confront some harsh home truths. In the past I’d enjoyed (and had some success) being a writer and an author but my recent efforts to succeed as an entrepreneur had been a disaster. My heart just wasn’t in it. Now, given time to walk and reflect, I could see how that experience had left me depressed and exhausted. I was stuck in what sociologists call a liminal state – I knew I needed to leave behind the work I’d been doing but I hadn’t yet worked out a new way ahead.
Each day I contemplated how to move beyond this liminal state of mind. And as I did, it struck me that what I was experiencing on an individual level was a miniature version of the angst all of society was wrestling with – namely how do we move from the old existence that was dragging us down and transition into something new and better?
My dilemma felt inconsequential in comparison – what would my new work project look like? The world’s dilemma was nothing less than existential – how to fundamentally make peace with nature to restore balance and limit the worst effects of climate change?
For many people, this imbalance had long been the most pressing issue facing global society, but the pandemic appeared to have put it at the top of the political and economic agenda. How could an industrialised world that, for centuries, had been so complacent, neglectful and wilfully destructive suddenly embrace nature as humanity’s saviour instead of its dumping ground?
A United Nations global treaty wasn’t going to help – a generation of climate change politics had proved that. Instead, all aspects of our modern world – including economic systems, political priorities, legal structures, financial markets, consumer and even popular culture – would have to embrace this change and act quickly. It was a huge undertaking even to contemplate, never mind put into action. But the pandemic had already shown us what the future looked like if we didn’t.
IllustrationAfter discovering Pentrebane Wood my outlook changed. Back home, once I’d come down from the euphoria of that brief escape into nature, I started researching the importance of trees to our future well-being.
I read about how trees, in one form or another, have been nurturing the atmosphere of our planet for nearly 400 million years.* Even our earliest ancestors only date back some two million years.† And ever since the majority of humans stopped hunting and gathering and began to form settled communities, they’ve cut down trees at an incredible rate. Two thousand years ago the earth was covered with more than six trillion trees. Today, just three trillion remain.‡ At the current rate of deforestation, the world’s great rainforests will likely disappear within 100 years.
I took in a raft of new reports published in the wake of the pandemic that raised the alarm about our long neglect of the forest and how it imperils our own survival. I read about how deforestation in the Amazon was surging even during the pandemic and how the wetland rainforests of the Pantanal on the border of Brazil and Paraguay were on fire for the first time in living memory.§ Wildfires were consuming truly ancient Sequoias and Redwoods in northern California and, just a few months before, Australia’s wildfires had destroyed entire species and ecosystems. I learned about global governmental pledges to plant millions of trees to combat climate change and mitigate the impact of destroying forests in the first place, and how some of these pledges had caused more environmental problems than they had solved.
I looked at the issue from a business point of view – how companies were starting to evaluate ‘natural capital’ – the term used in sustainability and accounting terms to describe the financial cost or value a company’s interactions with nature has on its business. And I tried to get my head around new initiatives to provide forests and nature in general with the same level of legal protection afforded humans and companies. I learnt about Earth Overshoot Day: the date when humanity’s demand for ecological resources and services in a given year exceeds what Earth can regenerate in that year. I discovered that in 2020 we would reach that mark on 20 August.*
When my head hurt from all the economic, policy, technological, environmental and legal discussions I lost myself in legends, myths and folklore associated with forests – the mystical relationship that humans have with trees and why they so enchant and fascinate us.
I also started to explore just how intertwined our lives were with the well-being of the forests. This piece in the Guardian by Rob Penn captured it well:
Trees give life. It’s hard to overstate their benefit. They are fundamental to our rural and urban landscapes, our lives and the future of this planet. Trees reduce soil degradation on farms, provide vital habitat for wildlife, supply us with food, heat and medicine, safeguard water quality, give shade, build biodiversity and create spaces to walk lightly and breathe deeply in our cities. Trees diminish flood risk, improve air quality by absorbing pollution and yield a renewable resource in the form of timber. Most importantly, in the climate emergency, trees sequester carbon. They absorb carbon dioxide from the atmosphere, storing it in their trunks, branches and roots, before releasing oxygen back into the air. Trees mitigate climate change.†
Surely, if we could rediscover the importance of our relationship with trees and nature then we could move towards a way of life that restored the balance we desperately needed? I became convinced that I needed to throw myself into exploring how rebalancing our broken relationship with trees and nature could provide us with a sustainable way forward. But I felt I lacked the authority to make this my project. After all, there were plenty of arborists, climate change experts, dendrologists, environmentalists, economists and cultural commentators who already knew far more about this topic than me. Maybe though, by pulling all these strands together, I could provide the big picture view of why our world had to change.
What I needed was a hook – an approach I could make my own. One morning, while going through news stories related to forests, I found it. Just a few weeks before, the Welsh government had announced plans to build a National Forest for Wales. The idea was to create a pathway of biodiversity through the country by linking existing woodlands and planting new trees along the way. Not only would the forest support different ecosystems, it would also help combat the climate emergency and provide spaces for leisure activities including walking and biking.
The launch statement was suitably vague – the government would spend the next year consulting with local communities to determine the exact route and make-up of the National Forest – but the intent was clear. The multi-decade project placed trees and forests at the very heart of a sustainable vision for Wales, building on the nation’s already impressive credentials as the first country to enact a Well-being of Future Generations Act. The Act put the sustainable development of the economy and community at the heart of policymaking. Crucially, it required all public bodies to account for their impact on future generations who will have to live with the consequences, asking them to consider decisions not just from an economic growth point of view but also in terms of their impact on the environment and nature, and on the social well-being and health of communities.
The idea of a National Forest winding its way through Wales was very exciting. What might it look like? Where would it go? How would it get funded? What were the politics involved? Were there legal considerations? Would everyone buy into the idea? Most all, what could it teach us about how we live in harmony with nature and how our lives could be improved?
The potential lessons weren’t just relevant to the people of Wales – these were universal considerations. However, Wales presented the perfect prototype for building this new relationship between people and nature. Not only did it have sustainable development woven into law, but it was small, yet connected enough to build a nature-based culture and economy that could provide a scalable blueprint for the rest of the world.
And then it dawned on me. What if I mapped out a route for this proposed National Forest for Wales and explored it on foot? First off, it sounded great fun, would get me out of the house and could be a calming tonic for those anxious thoughts. At the same time, by walking through Wales, perhaps I could start to find answers to the crucial question – how can we make peace and restore balance with nature?
IllustrationOne Sunday morning, on a sunny day in early June 2020, I made myself a coffee, turned on the soothing sounds of BBC 6 Music and started to plan my woodland walking route through Wales.
At first glance the plan seemed straightforward. The Welsh government had already said its intention was to connect the ancient woodlands of east Wales – namely the enormous Wentwood Forest between Newport and Chepstow above the flood plains of the Gwent Levels, with a new woodland, Coed Brynau, being created outside Neath in south-west Wales. From there it wanted to link up with the coastal Celtic Rainforests of Parc Cenedlaethol Eryri (Snowdonia National Park) in north-west Wales then continue to woodlands in the north-east.
My route would start in Wentwood and take me west through the old industrial South Wales Valleys to the western edge of the Brecon Beacons and then into Carmarthenshire. From there I would walk north into the Cambrian Mountains of Ceredigion until I reached the seaside town of Borth, just north of Aberystwyth. Then I would head inland to the historic political centre of Wales, the town of Machynlleth, and into Snowdonia National Park. At that point, I would turn east and wind my way through the hills and forests until I reached Wales’s north-east border with England at the town of Chirk. I would undertake the journey in different sections – some day hikes close to home and some longer (particularly in mid and north Wales that would involve more logistical planning). In total I estimated there was about 300 miles to cover – provided I didn’t get lost on the way.
Initially I intended to create an entirely new trail but it soon became clear that Wales already had hundreds of public footpaths and longdistance walking trails. I decided my best approach (and the most useful for walkers who might follow my trail) would be to map a National Forest route that utilised and linked existing and proven trails. By studying online Ordnance Survey maps, I identified 27 official trails that I could walk along as part of my journey. They included famous routes like the Offa’s Dyke Path and The Cambrian Way as well as some more off the beaten track, including St Illtyd’s Walk and the Snowdonia Slate Trail.
I also realised that I wasn’t just embarking on a nature and forest tour of Wales. I was going to be walking through the history of the nation – from the Iron Age to Roman rule to the Norman invasion to the Industrial Revolution and Wales’s heyday as the King of Coal. I’d be stumbling through centuries of natural world folklore, myth and legend – every wood, village or nearby town I studied on the map seemed to have some wild and wonderful tale associated with it.
First though, I had to address three failings. The first was that I didn’t know a lot about trees. Obviously, I knew one when I saw one in the park, and I had a rudimentary grasp of how they fed and grew – taking in carbon dioxide and water then harnessing sunlight to create sugars and oxygen through photosynthesis. But after that, not so much. I knew the names of most native trees – the ashes, oaks, beeches, birches, elms and so on – but was hard pressed to tell them apart. If I was going to write a travel book about wandering through woodlands and forests I needed a crash course in all things trees and nature. I couldn’t go to the shops so, along with everyone else in lockdown, I turned to Amazon – splurging on tree books that might make me smarter.
Within days new books started to arrive at my doorstep. There was The Wisdom of Trees by Max Adams, The Glorious Life of the Oak by John Lewis-Stempel, The Hidden Life of Trees by Peter Wohlleben, The Heritage Trees of Wales by Archie Miles, Around the World in 80 Trees by Jonathan Drori and Welsh Woods and Forests – A History by William Linnard. This last one would become my bible as I walked through Wales.
Soon, I was boring family and friends with facts: did you know the earth has 60,000 different tree species and over half of these are single species endemics, meaning they only grow in one country? That a large oak tree can consume 100 gallons of water in a day? And (a particular favourite) that trees can communicate to each other using an underground network of connected fungi known as the Wood Wide Web?
As more new books arrived, my wife subtly enquired whether my time (and our bank balance) wouldn’t be better served by my getting out of the house and actually spending time in nature rather than reading about it. She was right. So I downloaded a tree identification app created by the Woodland Trust charity and made a mental note to consult it whenever I was wandering my local parks.
To get a better idea of the woods and forests that could be linked through a National Forest I also consulted the Woodland Trust’s map of every established wood and forest in Wales. I quickly learned two things. First, despite the overall paucity of tree cover in Wales, there still existed pockets of woodland dotted all over the country. Second, the vast majority