The gentle rhythmic swish of scythes can be heard in the depths of Finemere Wood. Seven scythers swing and sway in harmony with the symphony of birdsong. It is a wholesome sight. The season of grass cutting has begun.
Nature is moving at such great speed, turn your back for just a minute and the paths through the wood will have become an impenetrable tangle of bramble and rose. The woodland workers must ensure that the way is clear for those who venture into this wild and wonderful wood.