We have a magical place we can go to get our nature fix. I hope we can make a regular trip of it, watching the seasons change and letting our boys really experience nature.
Today we got to walk down a path literally carpeted with primroses, so many that you were stepping on them accidentally. The beauty of this place is breathtaking, there are natural hedgerows and no cars for miles and no buildings, or planned planted areas, just a wild, wild wood turning into a spring palace.
We startled pheasants who rose, cawing, to flap away with red-brown wings. We heard blue-tits chirrup flitting from tree to tree. Hoverflies buzzed around our heads, bumblebees visited violets. All of nature seemed pulsatingly near, welcoming us city-dwellers and inviting us to take part.
(My Quasimodo-like shadow is due to my baby in sling on my left!)