This week has been full of sunshine, and while LO and I are fighting with ever-streaming noses and some impressive barking coughs, we’ve been out and about every day to enjoy that spring sunshine with some amazing walks.
Thus, one afternoon found us making our way through an ancient woodland, on a last minute whim, where the late afternoon sunlight filtered through the ash trees to light up a sea of wild daffodils and wood anemones on the woodland floor.
Like stars fallen from the sky, the just-beginning-to-close wood anemones still sparkled at our feet, while the dainty daffodils danced in droves. I’d never before seen either flower in such abundance in the wild, and was utterly entranced.
The woodland was a new and chance discovery for us, and we had the place to ourselves on our visit – besides the wildlife that is. Bounded by moss-capped stone walls to safeguard the flora from grazing, the woodland is also a nature reserve.
As we walked, a symphony of birdsong fluttered sweetly around us, and the drilling of a woodpecker ahead accompanied us for a few minutes as we climbed the slope.
The light, the music, the flowers, why the very air was full of magic; I felt as though I had stepped into an Enid Blyton tale!
I was sorry to leave, but we’ll certainly be back again. A truly enchanting (if not enchanted!) place.