With the wind still gusting and the sun playing peek-a-boo with the clouds we decided to walk round Wayland Wood, a small Kent reserve not far from here. The parking space is a bit tight and the ground was quite squishy but improved as we walked into the field along the footpath.
The trees and shrubs are really bursting their leaves and the bluebells were everywhere, scenting the air. A few milkmaids and primroses were scattered about but not much else. A few blue tits, chaffinch and a chiff chaff were singing but very little else.
On the return to the road we found some cyclamen, probably garden escapes, just before stepping through the kissing gate.
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The trees and shrubs are really bursting their leaves and the bluebells were everywhere, scenting the air. A few milkmaids and primroses were scattered about but not much else. A few blue tits, chaffinch and a chiff chaff were singing but very little else.
On the return to the road we found some cyclamen, probably garden escapes, just before stepping through the kissing gate.
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