Evocation of that backdrop. Of course, there was the tale of Robin Hood, the true forest dweller,the outlaw. Old songs, folk songs can be evocative too. The tale of Tam Lin, a mortal captured by the faerie queen, rescued from his fate by Janet on the night of Halloween. Bound up with imagary of woodland and spell casting.
Folk music is steeped in the images of forest and woodland.
Then of course there are the forest denizens, the boar, the deer, but more than any, one animal represents the dark forest, not only of Britain, but of all of medieval Europe, the wolf. The cry of the wolf symbolised everything of the dark forest. Somewhere, we believe and sense, that this mythical Britain exists, that the world of the endless forests, and mysterious ivy clad halls and towers still exists. Perhaps this world exists in a sideways dimension. I have had in mind for so long a feeling that somehow one can search for and find the mythical Britain, surviving in places timeless, that somewhere there is a little-visited place where this past of the dark ages can still be found.