Sherwood Down Under He

Sherwood Down Under

He'd folded the map, sitting quietly at his desk, lost in thought. It was a long way, a very, very long way, but still he'd
felt this ineffable draw in him to go. All day he'd studied the map and when he found the large Sherwood National
Forest just east of the Orara River and slightly north of Nana Glen, he took it as a sign and his decision was made.

That had been two weeks ago. Now he stood in the doorway of the home he'd chosen. It was a steeply-gabled cottage so nestled in the trees and shrubs that its full appearance could not be clearly seen. He liked that. There was a small pool nearby and a sense of quiet isolation lay over it all. He liked that, too.

Sir Robert Tornham was in his mid-forties and was tired of the double life he'd been leading. There were too many about who still remembered him as Robin and not Sir Robert at all. Perhaps it was time for him to move on, move to a place where he simply could...be...Sir Robert with no questions asked. He planned to keep mostly to himself for a while, to slide gently and mostly unperceived into the small new community. He'd made arrangements for a small wood-working shop adjacent to the house and intended to occupy himself with wood carving and some basic cabinetry and simple furnishings.

He ran his right palm down the wood of the door frame. Home. It would be if he made it so, if he let it be so. Shouldering his leather bag, he turned the knob and went inside.