A perfect place to be. To be walking through old woods, even before leaves appear they have a charm. They entice us to explore, to look what may happen in a few weeks time, to see the light coming through the bare canopy, casting shadows, causing us to look upwards to the sky through the branches. We can hear different things, the leaves aren’t muffling the sounds, we seek out the streams and scramble down to get a different view. We wonder why there are walls there, how old the twisted trees are and how anything grows on the stony earth. I need to go back and visit another day and see how it looks with leaves and see if there are bluebells there or other plants at other times of year!