Pinnick again

Cows with their calves graze the lush green belt between Pinnick Wood and Linford Brook, soaked throughout the winter, now green and verdant with fresh grass tops. The brook, now down to a slow and often very narrow shallow flow, teems with fry of varying sizes, startled by my approach into one of the deeper dark pools found in the meanders.  Pinnick wood is a wondrous place, ancient, managed and wild, the woodland feels alive, it exudes  history and sense of place; Oaks of mixed age , self seeded  and wild, share the spaces with Birch, Holly and other familiar shrub trees.  Lovely.