When I were a little girl the byways were covered in nettles and dog poo. I know because if you fell off your bike you'd end in one or the other or both.
Then there was the man who would weeing in the stream in the most public place in a public park; cock on show like a talisman. And the man in a field when we were on a bike ride/picnic asking us about sex education at school.
Then being afraid of waking down the old railway, a designated nature walk, because it was predominantly known as a pick up place.
Don't leave the beaten track girls. Sod that!
These fairy doors and magical places are a way of claiming back the space in a small way.
As for the man who wanted to talk to us about sex ed. Well we'd heard about him and sure enough, on our bike ride, he was there - brown raincoat to add to the stereotype. There were four of us, all quick to get out of there on our bikes.
Let the woods be full of children not people with a dubious agenda.
We were so young an innocent that we kept going back to see the sign 'Heavy Plant Crossing'. Our go to giggle was, 'What, Daffodils?' It's a motorway now.