Beneath these were tiny wood violets
Many years ago a local squire had planted an avenue of Yew Trees
and these ancient giants of the forest have over time become gnarled and many trunked
Taking a lower path returning home I looked over the Flash (a large lake formed in a declivity in the ground from old mine workings) and could see two cormorants perched on their posts in the middle of the water opposite Heron Hide looking for fish.
All the time there were butterflies - Orange Tips, Brimstones and Cabbage Whites - and the calling of pheasants, as well as more melodious birdsong. It is on days like these that one thanks fortune for the peace and calm of this breathtaking environment.