As the Easter bank holiday sun recedes into working week haze, spring has truly taken hold at Watling Wood. Blossom has all but faded and green buds have sprouted in its place. The last of the catkins are falling and fresh growth is abundant. Between the trees, lush young grass is almost a foot high, obscuring the wind fallen deadwood, another winter gone another summer beckoning. In the week that has passed, the wood has changed dramatically. Those slow weeks at the beginning of spring where the changes were almost unnoticeable are long gone and each day reveals a wakened wood stretching its branches for the sky.