This newsletter has been a long time coming – sorry! We’ve been reorganising the office; it has moved to Bangor, along with the computer on which I used to create newsletters. My new system is up and running now and I’m writing this in my living room in Pwllheli.
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The Vernal Equinox has arrived and as I write, the lengths of day and night are equal. Tomorrow the day will be longer than the night and the wood is waking up fast. It may feel chilly but the sun brings hope and joy. Listen to the birds! Their songs grow longer and more varied with every passing day.
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On bright December days, the wood is a delightful place to spend time. When the trees are bare, the sun illuminates the vibrant colours of ferns, mosses and fallen leaves. We notice the contrast of pale lichens and bright spots of fungi on fallen twigs against the dark damp ground.
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It’s been years since I walked through the wood at night. On Bonfire Night it was silent apart from a burst of harsh bird-sound, you couldn’t call it song. Ravens, perhaps? We’ve seen them flying in the day-time. Leafless trees stood still, tall black skeletons under a starry sky; it seemed as though the only creatures in motion were my little dog Baskerville and me.
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Today was golden, beautiful.  The wood was the best place to be. I’m so glad it’s been raining! The fungi had all but disappeared after the recent hot weather and I was worried that there would be nothing to find next Sunday, when Charles Aron is coming to the wood to teach us about them.
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