Primroses, the first spring flower of the wood, Daphne spurge-laurel (neither a spurge nor a laurel), the ever green forest plant began to flower.
Nat Bocking came and buried treasure in the wood. He made a geocache. It was found the very next day by eager Geo-cachers keen to find a virgin cache. It lies in the hollow of the Hornbeam coppice, in a sealed glass jar, a little note book to enter your name and a 2nd world war model plane.
Not smoking. First Open University essay completed as a non smoker. Next time, perhaps, less of a struggle.
The 28 days application to build a hut without planning has been refused, so I must go to the planning route. A scab on my face is growing uncannily near my eye.
Clive found my first Orchid an Early Purple. His keen eye is fine tuned. Introducing Tinks to the woodland, I felt so pleased to share this with her, my older sister.
Others came too. Sylve, probably my oldest friend, my prefect from school, caught the bus from Norwich. And the walking group came, led by Pauline, and Barry cooked terrible sausagses on the BBQ for lunch. Rosemary, one of our walking group, gave me her discarded Flag Iris, which weighed down my little Fiat 500. I put them all where the ditch opens out into the first pond, to filter the water.
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