Bracing but beautiful day after a series that have produced wind, rain, hail and fog, so on with the boots and out into the air. I will post some pictures over the next few days as I have a couple I really like, so I am going to feed them through slowly.
We visited West Wood, which in April will be one of the most magical places on this planet, as it is a bluebell wood of surpassing magnificence. And if you haven’t experienced the glory that is an English bluebell wood in full bloom, I SO recommend it. I know I am biased, but you have to trust me on this one.
But in January-it was quiet with deep sense of peace. All is sleeping, or so it seems at first glance. How misleading first glances can be. There was not much bird song, but there were feeding flocks of blue tits and great tits, calling to each other as they moved from tree to tree. And at ground level there were definite signs of life. But that can wait until tomorrow.
My favourite part of the woods are they huge stands of beech trees, as in both of these pictures. The top one has a holly in the centre of the picture, 10 feet high, to give scale to the beeches. And just look at that blue sky. Sunshine in January is a gift.