March is the time to enjoy bark and dry leaves and lichens, before the new greens beguile us and capture the attention to the exclusion of everything else. The young oaks are a special pleasure and get too little credit from the conservation opinion formers: no sooner did the focus come to be on ancient woodland than anything else was just not worthy of notice. Fads and fashions again - but speaking as a 'Pre Baby Boomer' what else should I expect from the excessively conformist generations that followed. The latest thing always excluded every other area of experience. (exit mumbling in beard)
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