Yesterday afternoon, I went for a walk in the wood just down the hill from our house. Even though it was raining, a magical experience.
Beech trees just coming into exquisite leaf, the scent of bluebells (and the pong of ramsons - wild garlic), and absolutely wonderful birdsong in the still, damp air: thrushes, robins, blackbirds, and others I couldn't identify. Add that to the soft damp earth underfoot for a sensory feast, which this little photo just doesn't convey.
The woodland floor is a real treat just now: a carpet of bluebells, primroses, wild anemone, uncurling ferns and speedwell, all dotted with tiny seedling trees waiting for their chance in the sun.

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