‘T his will be a money pit,' my friend said.
He's just been for a walk around the 120 acres of broadleaf woodland I bought in Gloucestershire in 2015.
He was half-right. When I was still pretty green at woodland management, it was; the price of education, I called it.
But events have conspired in the wood's favour. Seven years on, it produces local jobs, better accommodation for the birds and bees and a supply of fuel for the neighbourhood. It's also in
