Off path in the woods all is dry. Lots of looking down is advisable as well as peering ahead through the trees. The strong gales have left so many twigs on the wood floor that it's near impossible to walk as quietly as we like to.
There is more green than only bramble. And it's so much more vivid when we've got used to the colours of winter and are longing for new growth.
But these ferns are resilient unlike bracken decaying in its own way.
The woodland floor is changed in larger ways too. Several trees have fallen sometimes inconveniencing the riders who are of course a priority.
We may be kept waiting for many things but no conscientious manager misses a chance to order mobilisation of the the chain saw squadron.
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