1972

More tree carvings. I found a clear 1974 one hidden well away from the path network, but also found this one from a more important year. 

The woodland is slowly coming to life with the changing season. Plenty of birdsong with them staking their territory out. I watched a Great Tit going for it with great gusto in the branches of an old oak, such a loud note from a small creature. 

The garlic is starting to pong in some areas. 

In other news, I did some branch trimming on the optimal route of the se7en hills race having previously almost lost an eye when running into a stray Hawthorn branch.