No matter how bad you feel about the damage being done to this site it's hard to resist a surge of optimism when entering the largely unspoiled woods.
This morning felt like spring with a cacophony of bird calls including a song thrush and many tits punctuated with the occasional daw call from overhead as the commuters head west. This was all the result of classic thaw conditions. Yesterday the ground had been the hardest it had been and some paths still clung on to packed ice.
Elsewhere mud dominated which didn't concern the birds; they maybe were more influenced by the sound of running water.
But feeling positive should not lead us to neglect essential duties. Some things demand deference even in an age that has rejected it.
'Hi' and 'being nice' risks some kind of deserved comeuppance.