The woods are now every shade of green imaginable.
On a slow walk through the woods I noticed the bluebells from last month have been replaced by uncurling bracken. The trees now heavy with leaves of many shapes and sizes.
As I walk around the sound of birdsong changes in the different parts of the wood from the harsh call of Jays and Jackdaws to the warning calls of Wrens and Blackcaps.
Every so often the smell of honeysuckle drifts around in the air, while Speckled wood butterflies dance along the rides.