April is a wonderful time to explore Finemere Wood. After a long, wet winter, the woodland is beginning to stir with life. The spring flowers bring a sense of joy. Clumps of primroses line the ride, their beautiful pale yellow petals casting warmth across the landscape. Tiny, blue violets are scattered like confetti amongst the undergrowth, and the bluebells are poised for a magnificent mass bloom. Yet it is the wood anemone that captivates me most.
Now, it is said this flower of ancient woodland will spread just six feet in a hundred years via its underground rhizomes, and yet in Finemere Wood I could swear that they defy the rules. For each year I notice large patches of these beautiful, white, star-like flowers in places where I have never seen them before.