When I was at App. State, my dear friend, Jeff, would tell me tales of a haunted wood where he grew up in England. As I visited him on this trip, I insisted that he take me to … Luddenham Wood. He wrote a song to document his boyhood experiences. Part of it goes like this
“As I was walking through the wood
I messed myself I knew I would.
I cried for help but no one came
and so I messed myself again.” Jeff Ebdy
These are pictures of Luddenham woods.