I’d forgotten how thickly dense the air is with insects in May. And how noisy their humming, whirring sound can be - drowning out distant noise of traffic. One of the participants on my Nightfall in the Woods event on Friday said she heard noises in the dark that sounded like ‘growing’. I think I heard them too, gentle popping and stretching sounds. So I’ve listened and watched in daylight and I think it’s the sound of flowers and seeds falling from trees. #caterpillar #spri

Body : sinuses loaded with snot, legs heavy Mood : Happy to be out in the woods Weather : chill wind, grey clouds looming Mind wanderings : I wonder what's happened to the peregrine that haunted the telegraph pole last Spring and Summer? A solitary chiff chaff reminds me of the endless throng of them escorting us along our walk near Scarborough, flitting along low branches so close we could see the glint in their eye Watching a great tit clinging onto a branch with it's wings

Weather: brightening but chilly Body: tight hips enjoying the swing of walking and fresh air Observations: sat on the big Footpath > stone and drew the rhythmic lines of the dry stone walls, dark against vivid green fields cars drone along the road out of sight - I imagine them like beads on a necklace threading along behind each other breezes play through dry branches - no leaves to whisper yet remembered to look at the buds with flowers inside the leaves. Rowan. Last year

This walk started out in grumpy, angry at the world stomping up the lane, because every so often that is just how I feel. Stopped dead in my tracks by a robin singing like it's life depended on it I begrudgingly started to let the world work some magic on me. Sitting with my back against a tree I could almost hear the sap rising - or maybe it was the damp earth soaking into the back of my legs. None of the buds have split open yet, but it feels like I could turn my back and m