The post-Christmas slump hit me hard this year, my warm cosy bed far more enticing than the eternal greyness and bone aching bitter cold outside. And so it was that I dragged myself out to Finemere Wood for the first work party of the year.
Volunteers were dropping like flies, with shoulder and knee injuries (clearly they had had a far more active festive season than I did). Some had coughs and colds and others needed time to plan trips to sunnier climes, to escape the bleak British months. Despite this, a hardy bunch appeared, shivering in their boots, wondering if, with the temperature hovering around zero, we might call it a half day.