Ramblings from Finemere Wood
"This elite group of human power tools is banished to the adjoining meadows to dig several three-foot deep holes. A fence is going up, and they are the muscle behind it."
Wild Writing by Nicola Chester
"This elite group of human power tools is banished to the adjoining meadows to dig several three-foot deep holes. A fence is going up, and they are the muscle behind it."
"It never ceases to amaze me how green shoots begin to emerge from the bare earth as we approach warmer, sunnier months. Nature is remarkable in its resilience."
"I was asked recently whether I ever get bored with the work in the woods, and the answer is never, not once in 12 years."
"Lichens catch my eye at this time of the year, when there is little colour in the woods."
"Life still goes on in this hostile environment, and rewards are reaped from braving the elements."
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"With visions of beasts thundering through the undergrowth, the woodland workers saw themselves thrashing through brambles and blackthorn, lassoes in hand."
"When next in the woods, bring sharp eyes and a pair of binoculars and take note of those smaller creatures fluttering around."