The beautiful Blackthorn blossom is just delightful in April, its white flowers resplendent along the field boundaries as if dusted with frost. Other prunus species have blossomed such as the Damsons along the coastal path, whilst the Apples await more Sunlight.
Wrens and Robins sound from the woodland where the understorey grows thick with green leaves. Bramble, Honeysuckle, Dog-rose, and Madder, all inter-twine through fallen branches, budding Wayfaring, and leafy thickets of Privet.
Fresh shoots of Horsetail and Bracken sprout up past the Dandelions, which glow amongst grasses of open glades. Under shade, the carpet of Ivy and Wild Arum is scattered with pockets of Celandine. Bluebells now stand in place of the Grape Hyacinth and Crocus.
A Blackbird scampers through a little Oak hollow. He carries his breakfast through the meadow: One side lush with Three-corned Leak, whilst the other rich with a display of Primrose and more occasional Dandelion clocks. Here, the familiar sound of a Great Tit’s call ‘teacher-teacher-teacher’ and it echoes all around.
A little Wren floats past; it’s wings as rapid as its call, and appearing almost as a moth moving silently through the air. It settles on a dying Ash, the cracked bark on its trunk burdened with King Alfred’s Cakes.
Towards the sound of the cawing Crows, the Aviary Glade has turned yellow, brimming with flowering Celandine. Harts Tongue Ferns unfurl across the surrounding banks, now shaded by over-hanging Hazel. Nearby, the ‘Shakspeare’ seat sinks into swathes of Wild Garlic. The stems now just starting to flower, and the air thick with its strong onion-scent.