The morning was so beautiful that we were lured out for an early morning walk in West Wood, where old trees reach to the sky, creating a sense of timelessness. I love this time of year when you can still see the bare bones of the leafless trees, but can also feel the hidden tremble of new life just waiting to spring forth.
West Wood is an ancient woodland, these woods have been managed for centuries, and you can still see the masterful combination of natural wildness, expert coppicing, and the tender care of both flora and fauna. In the coming weeks and months, the trees will burst into leaf, the ground will erupt in waves of colour as wildflowers bloom, and the air will buzz with insects and butterflies. In the quiet of my mind, I enjoy the sense that I am witnessing a replay of an ancient seasonal renewal.