As the weather seemed finally to have taken a spring-like turn, I went for a wander in Spearywell Wood, near Mottisfont, on Friday. I would have described it as "peaceful", had my ears not been assaulted periodically by the hysterical snarling of chainsaws. It's not just the birds, dog-walkers and photographers who get busy in the woods in Spring.
I wonder if the tree in that last photograph thought it had won some kind of prize, when it was awarded the red dot? Yesss! You could almost hear the other trees calling out a warning, "Run, Jimmy, run!" For some reason it reminded me of my favourite Tom Gauld cartoon:
© Tom Gauld
At this time of year the strength of the sunlight has increased significantly, but the day is still relatively short-lived, so by the time I headed back to the car the late-afternoon shadows were raking through the trees in dramatically gothic fashion.
It gets a bit spooky, after a bit, tramping through the woods at dusk alone, with chainsaw-wielding maniacs round every corner. Unfortunately, this puts me into the sort of nervous, ironically-theatrical mood where I start cackling with laughter to myself, which probably accounted for the expression on the faces of the dog-walking couple I met on the way back to the carpark. Sorry about that, guys.
Carpark noticeboard sprite