A walk in the silver woods was as a psychedelic explosion of senses. Spring filled the air with a sweet fragrance of white and pink blossoms. Virtuoso birds were giving a masterpiece that Vivaldi would envy and the moist, soft soil made a slurping sound each time my feet left a Vibram imprint.
How can you not love this season of awakening, sauntering underneath the magnificent, wooden archways that reach up to heaven? A breakaway from the anger, an elopement from civilisation.
I love to get out in the silver woods, breaching the boundaries of urban life.