‪The night skies were barely tickled by rain leaving the morning thick and heavy with humidity under a blanket of cracked cloud. Scents and sounds stick in the still air.‬

‪The verge in front of the tree of seasons meadow is definitely at peak thicket. This is the standard view if I don’t find the gaps and stand on my toes…‬

‪It’s also all so green, peak midsummer verdant. Only the rowan berries and the odd tuft of ragwort adds a splash of colour.‬