Lady Park Wood National Nature Reserve

Lady Park Wood National Nature Reserve (grid reference SO546144) is a 45-hectare (110-acre) nature reserve in Gloucestershire, England and Monmouthshire, Wales. The larger part of the wood is in Wales but it is managed under agreement with Natural England.

The wood is in the Wye Valley Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty. It is part of the Upper Wye Gorge SSSI. It is part of the River Wye Special Area of Conservation (SAC). The site is privately owned and access is through recognised rights of way. Permits are needed to access non public areas. The wood has been a location of research for some time as unmanaged woodland and a prime woodland conservation area.

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