As the country went into lockdown, so too did my brain. It is only now, almost 8 weeks later, that I feel able to string a few words together.
The world is a very strange place right now, with life as we know it turned upon its head. Finemere Wood is a sanctuary to me, and being unable to visit and to spend time with my Finemere family of volunteers has been a challenge.
And so I have had to find a new rhythm to life. My daily walks take me across expanses of farmland, a habitat quite different to Finemere Wood, and yet I see many familiar species, which is balm to my soul.
Hawthorn bushes, stunning with their profusion of white and pale-pink flowers; oxeye daisies, sunny and uplifting; and even a speckled wood butterfly, seen by the dozen in Finemere, but I was happy with just one.