April, and finally there is breathing space between downpours of rain, enabling a ray of hope that the muddy paths of Finemere Wood may dry up sometime soon.
The woodland workers have been slipping and sliding around their workplace in many a rain shower for months now. Those whom I have regarded as fully hardy specimens are beginning to succumb to the effects of adverse weather, I fear they may morph into tender beings.
And so a warm and sunny day in the wood was a blessing, energising all into a frenzy of activity.