Not so long ago, I picked up Henry David Thoreau's book Walden. Published in the middle of the 19th century, it is now something of an iconic book about nature, about the woods, about the joys of solitary moments. Several times, I have mentioned Umberto Eco's Six Walks Through The Fictional Woods on this blog, and even though Eco's work isn't exactly about the woods as such, but more about the woods as a fictional entity, both books have come back to mind when I saw Walden, an observational . . .