Golden Saxifrage
10th April
The dawn chorus of early spring in a steep valley of ancient woodland fills the air like an epiphany. This - and the carpets of budding flowers that spread from tree to tree - is the exhilaration of existence.
Throughout the day as I walked and worked, great spotted woodpeckers drummed to each other; the deep resonance of vibrating wood ringing with solid ripples through the air like Clarissa Dalloway’s chiming London bell. I also heard that strange ringing peal of a green woodpecker from the higher woods.