Norden Wood

Although the sun was just beginning to burn through the mists, the Corfe Valley remained veiled in gossamer...there were to be no views of the coast this morning. That didn't matter though, what was on offer was more than enough to satisfy the senses. The land's coming alive. You can see the trees and shrubs straining, they're champing at the bit ready to unfurl their glories. Whilst below them the race has already begun, the path sides are thronged with competing spring greens. In Norden  Wood the Ash buds are fit to burst, under them the ramsons and dog mercury (both ancient woodland indicators) have formed a lush dense green carpet, a fragrant carpet spotted with primrose and the beginnings of bluebells. The energy in the land is tangible, the birds shout natures on the clock, and that wheel keeps turning. This landscape has always been a landscape rich in resources of all kinds, and subsequently has seen human activity for millennia, amongst the lush carpet we pass by an ancient prehistoric boundary which can be traced, highlighted in green. Green would certainly be the word of the day.