The onset of Spring is becoming more obvious each day at Watling Wood. Blackthorn blossoms dust the tracks with petals. Newly grown branches reach skyward with sprouts of yellow and green that stand bright against the black bows that have not quite yet felt the effect. The puddles and rivulets of runoff are beginning to evaporate in the spring sun and brisk breezes. Bird song fills the air and the sound of distant traffic seems much more distant today.