We took a good circular route starting along a track which cuts through the middle of the wood. There was no-one else around. The wood was peaceful and the birdsong was wonderful.
The leaves are not on the trees yet so I could see down the steep slope to a small lake below.
There is a path which turns left, off the track, and winds its way down to run alongside the lake.
Across the lake an old fallen foak tree languishes in the water.
Before going home I picked a big bag of wild garlic leaves which has now been turned into some delicious pesto, which we enjoyed with tagliatelli last night, and some wild garlic soup for lunch tomorrow! It was an enjoyable and productive afternoon!