Janey...
High above our heads the copper beech twirls and swirls its verdigris skirts in the breeze
Kit...
In the neat spring green of the Altmuhtal, giant snails cross our damp path, a fleet of small purposeful tugboats.
Beverley...
Hedgerows are full of the froth of hawthorn and the chattering of unseen birds: robins, wrens and greenfinches, blue tits, blackbirds and thrush.
Helen...
Young leaves glint and wink - shining raindrops have gathered - pale light gleaming through.
Jane...
Beech and bluebell: a cathedral of new green and indigo.
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