Lady Chatterley runs through the English woods to her anticipated liaison.
The small hut in the forest where they make love amongst blankets on the floor.
The little stove in the hut where they warm their naked bodies.
The pheasant hens and chicks that the game keeper tends near the hut.
The forget-me-not flowers that they weave in each other's pubic hair.
This was one of the most liberating novels I've ever read, and also one of the most vivid. Although the writing was sparse enough that a lot was left to my imagination, it was still vivid.