The wood is dominated by ash but there are many other trees – oak, wild cherry, blackthorn and hawthorn amongst them. The ash trees rise majestically 30 metres and sway in the wind. They are perhaps 100-150 years old and the wood is copiced. It could have been part of the ancient woodland known to have covered this area in the 13th century. The grown flora is wonderful with a multitude of spring flowers. My favourite spot is in the middle of the woods where the ground is often a bit boggy. Tall grasses grow into the path and the ground is covered in wild flowers in spring.
Its soft and springy underfoot and I can walk along it without making a sound which makes it even more magical. By the side of the path are stacks of logs made from the trees that have fallen or had to be cut down.
As I walk quietly through the woods rabbits scuttle away, I have on occasion disturbed deer who go pounding off through the undergrowth and last week I came across a fox cub prowling through the undergrowth looking for small things to eat. There is always something going on in the woods.
During the week I came down to the woods at 4.30 am, something I had never done before, the sound of birds was just incredible. It reminded me that while I am usually asleep tucked up in bed – the natural world has already begun its busy day.
Dawn chorus in the wood