Hidden things in trevaylor woods !!!
On Monday, I watched an elegant multi-coloured blue tit gracefully gliding through the great oaks.

On Tuesday, I touched the bumpy brown bark of the beech tree while it slowly whispers its secrets to the robins as they land on its branches.

On Wednesday, I caught the light yet rough seed of a spectacular sycamore.

On Thursday, I smelt the stunning scent of freshly frothed water from the bewildering waterfall that was perched at the end of the river.

On Friday, I collected a handful of broken pottery from the shallow depths of the stream where ripples pass across its waters gently.

On Saturday, I tasted the evilly-delicious taste of the green sorrel : its sour tang screwing up my face.

On Sunday, I walked through the overgrown pathway covered in a dazzling array of flowers as I imagine pixies guiding me through the bushes.