A bright warm light which is periodically released from behind the ominous grey clouds racing over head, is enough to envibe, the still naked for the most part, wood and heath. Masked once again by the fleeting clouds, bereft of sun rays, the woodland returns to somber hues, while the air chills and dampens. Throughout these frequent elemental changes the joyous songs of a myriad of birds endures and remains constant, filling the majestic crowns of 300 year trees with activity and dense sound. The trees have seen and heard it all before; soon it will be their time to join the march. Some trees can't wait and tentatively vibrant green young leafs begin to unfurl; a glimps of what's to come.