It's nearly all young birch woodland and quite delectable when the sun shafts down to the lowest levels of bilberry and bracken and the birds are active.
The fear might be that this is just the sort of place that meddlers cannot leave alone because woodland 'has to be managed'. Today we were just pleased that the stream could be heard down below and that we were sheltered from a cold north west wind.
But the surprise was the powerful fragrance. 
We tracked it down to the loveliest honeysuckle of the season, still at its best at this height.
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