Went back into the wood this morning to retrieve some gear I had cached. A tarp that needed drying, a few tins from Rat Packs I hadn't used etc: Someone small and furry and able to climb a metre off the deck decided to be nosey...It's only a cheap dry-bag courtesy of Aldi but I hope it gave him bellyache...Little Rat...well ok, Mouse then.
In a few short days Spring has come to the wood. It's full of birdsong and the woodland floor is a carpet of wood Anenomes, 'Windflowers' most people here call them. There's Cowslips on the stream bank and the trees have that green misty look about them.
On the way to the wood the ploughed land has a green shadow and new life is everywhere.
The Green Man works his magic..
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