In the woods above Worth

Even where I park the car is pretty:



But Pippa wants to run so we set off:



pausing to admire more little flowers:



The foxgloves will be out soon:


From these tall trees comes the loudest birdsong of any of our walks:



The smaller trees either side cast shade,



but where the path broadens out and light gets in, the sandy soil here heats up quickly:



For all its mystery,



This is a working wood, with coppice:



as well as felling of large oaks:




Looking up into the arms of a beech tree:



The vigour of an oak bursting through its trunk:



The South Downs in the distance: we'll go there another day.