Broarwood Nature Reserve Wonder นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The gentle breeze whispered through the trees, carrying with it the sweet scent of wildflowers and the promise of a fresh start. Mama Hazel pointed out a family of deer grazing in the distance, their graceful movements a reminder of the harmony and balance of the natural world. Theo watched in awe, feeling a deep connection to the creatures that called the meadow home. As they walked, Mama Hazel shared stories of her own childhood adventures in the meadow, recounting tales of exploration, discovery, and the simple joys of being in nature. Theo listened with wonder, imagining himself as a young boy, running through the fields with a heart full of dreams and possibilities.

The trail is strong enough to last for days, although there is water on the reserve that may weaken it in places. Now we are patrolling Blackmarsh land, Baxter and I observing through the eyes of our wolves. To the east runs the high stone wall that I saw from the car. To the north, bordering the bleak expanse of the nature reserve, a boundary fence is stretched between sturdy posts, high enough to prevent a deer’s leap but not a werewolf’s bound. The land staggers westwards in broken strides, the marsh scrabbling itself in among jagged rock and tufted grasses until it stretches unbroken in a rolling, fetid, lush expanse of greens and blacks and glittering water. Lines of white poles have be

The air was thick with humidity, and the occasional bird call pierced the silence, adding to the otherworldly aura. They continued their survey and encountered a babbling brook. The crystal-clear water cascaded over smooth rocks, creating a gentle melody that echoed through the forest. Karen and her team stopped to admire the natural spectacle, their hearts filled with awe and wonder. The beauty of their surroundings was a testament to the power and majesty of nature, and they felt privileged to be experiencing it firsthand.

As we were walking, she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the riverside. “Look at those ducks.” She pointed to a mother duck swimming by the river with her ducklings. “Would you like to feed them?” I asked. She looked at me, eyes beaming. I chuckled and went over to the canteen inside the park. I bought a few pieces of bread and went back to where Amelia was waiting. “Did you get it?” She asked. I nodded and handed her the paper bag. She pulled out a piece of bread and tore it up into small pieces. The ducks swam to us and Amelia fed them slowly.

We wanted to take things slow with a leisurely breakfast at our resort before heading north to magnificent Main Beach. So we fed each other, and the food was awesome. I was happy to have breakfast made by the best chef in the world. ********* We took a deep dive into the region’s hinterland with a trip to about six thousand five hundred of the heavenly hectares of Spring Brook National Park. " Let's get ready, love. " I said and she nodded. We enjoyed the Purling Brook Falls circuit was highly recommended, it took us over a scenic suspension bridge and was close to one of the park’s stunning waterfalls.

Then, after they spent mid-morning to mid-afternoon at the beach, they took a drive a couple hours away to a place called 'Brookgreen Gardens'. It was perhaps Dillon's favourite part of their trip, or amongst his favourites. Adrian was right, it was enormous, with thousands of different plant species that grew wild over the entire interior of the garden. What Adrian hadn't mentioned was that it was also a zoo. That part thrilled Dillon, as he'd(somehow) never been to a zoo. There was so much to see and explore that hours flew by before they knew it. Naturally, Dillon had to purchase several different plant specimens on their way out.