There is no such thing as silence in a wood, though there is a certain quality of quietness . It’s a muffled eerie quite of boughs creaking and melting snow dripping and branches cracking. It’s like listening to nature holding it’s breath and waiting for something to happen.
You can see all the footprints left in the snow as a narrative of the lives that carry on, normally leaving less obvious proof of their constant activity in the business of survival.
What’s most amazing is how much bird song there is in this white and wintery place.The one sound that isn’t muffled and secretive, but loud and celebratory.
I love this place.
Heydon Hill Tree Nursery 