I am (unnecessarily, I know) scared of spiders, big ones; ones the size of my thumbnail seem to be acceptable, but it does mean I have no idea what I’m looking at. A question for the social media hive mind. This “not knowing” catches in the web of my brain, a realisation that my knowledge of my favourite haunt is in fact only the size of that spidery-speck hanging in the heather. I have got too comfortable in my familiarity with the New Forest.