For me, May and Norden Wood are synonymous with a sea of Ramsons extending the length of the wood, their pungent scent filling the air and stimulating the senses, dappled light dancing across their clustered flowers as a breeze sways them, movement on the slopes above as deer move through the sea of green and white, the sun on your face and high up in the canopy a vast chorus sings sweetly; may it ever be so.
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