The woods were alive with the sounds of numerous chiffchaffs and various tits and other species singing their hearts out.  There were fewer birds beside the canal although there were several sparrows chattering in the bushes and a blackbird singing in the beautiful white wild plum tree near the bridge. The sunlit wake of the ducks was reflecting light patterns on the stonework of the arched roof of the canal bridge.  It was a very pleasant walk with the youngest grandson trying to identify birds and with the bonus of collecting wild garlic leaves for our evening meal.