Another weekend, another trip to Clanger Wood. Although we were last here just a few short weeks ago the recent sunshine and warmer temperatures has transformed it. No need for waterproofs or even wellies we follow a now familiar path to the far end of the woods. The spot that we stumbled across last time is the destination in my mind. The destination had held the promise of hundreds of bluebells and I was eager to see if it had delivered yet. The girls, in the special way that children do, force me to slow down. They want to stop…

After what had begun to feel like an endless winter we made it out to the woods on a dry day. A dry day, I’d almost forgotten what they were like. Of course the girls still need their waterproof trousers as the ground has not yet had chance to dry out, but the thick winter coats have been replaced with fleeces. Our walk begins like countless others in the past few months, along the path that is still lined with brown, still muddy underfoot. It could still be February by the looks of it. And yet. And yet as we…