Lady Park Wood – unmanaged, ancient woodland.
There’s something magical about waking up in an ancient woodland in early May. With Roe Deer grazing in the field next door, the occasional grunt of a wild Boar, and a dawn chorus to die for camping in The Forest of Dean is a reminder of just how sterile and dull living in a city can be.
Ramsons (Wild Garlic) and Lady Ferns carpeting the woodland floor.
Wood Spurge. Illuminated by a shaft of sunlight piercing the morning mist
A particularly impressive Male Fern
Granny’s Bonnets (definitely not a fern).