Steered your nerves everyone. Get ready to enter one of England's most magical landscapes,

because as night falls, the hunt and the hounds of hell are unleashed.

But before we step into this forbidden and beautiful magical magical forest.

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Okay, it's now time as promised to set foot into a forbidden, unforgettable, incredible landscape, a place of the mind, a place of memory that has become woven and

entwined with my own personal story.

The wildwood is really, it's about an idea that haunts us.

Haunts us in Northern Europe.

And always has.

But I am definitely, at the moment, I am definitely aware of death.

As you, as a lot of you'll know, my mum died about six weeks ago now,

which was harrowing, obviously.

And then just over a week ago, my eldest wolfhound, my eldest Irish wolfhound, Gracie, died.

She was nearly nine, which is pretty good going for a wolfhound if you don't know that breed.

And we are seeing her everywhere.

I don't mean in the literal sense, but because she was always in this house,

we've only ever, we got Gracie

in this house at the same time. And everywhere we look, she's kind of there, you know, you're

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