Notes From Epping Forest: January

28 February 2017 // Notes From Epping Forest

Words and pictures: Luke Turner The snow fell as it ever does in the city, alive for those few seconds of white static against red buses, dirty roofs, bricks and windows darkened against a gloomy morning. Into the dormant and dull green municipal grass, against pavement and on the warm tops of cars, the perfect […]

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Notes From Epping Forest: December

27 January 2017 // Notes From Epping Forest

Words and pictures: Luke Turner I spent much of last year thinking about men and forests. Not just the one man who, naked body as dark as the trees on the far side of the lake that made his skin shine with pure German water, tempted me under the tall beeches of Berlin’s Grunewald. Not […]

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Notes From Epping Forest: November

17 December 2016 // Notes From Epping Forest

Words and pictures: Luke Turner Two days after the clocks went back, I rose early and took the train to Epping Forest to meet the dawn. For the perennially depressed the morning is the hardest part of the day, the previous night’s terrors conspiring with life’s anxieties to make the day ahead appear an impossible […]

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Notes From Epping Forest: September

17 October 2016 // Notes From Epping Forest

Words and pictures: Luke Turner The oldest remaining vertical timbers of Epping Forest have been dead for nearly a thousand years. I discovered Greensted Church, Britain’s most ancient wooden building, via a Pathé newsreel and a Google search, a coughing bus, a short walk via Chipping Ongar Sainsbury’s and a decapitated pigeon being eaten by […]

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Notes From Epping Forest: August

30 August 2016 // Notes From Epping Forest

Words and pictures: Luke Turner Sex in Epping Forest is less private than love. London is a city of eight-and-a-half million desires where the old secret places have been cleaned up and redeveloped away. Now, the forest trees give cover for salacious pursuits – the cocks that pop like corks from the startled mouths of […]

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