Another Round of Wild Garlic
Even from the outside you can see that something special is happening in Round Wood between Wells and Wookey Hole in Somerset.
For many years I walked this wood each lunch time for a break from work. The walk keep me in touch with the progress of the seasons, a barometer telling me when the landscape, flowers and insects would be ready to be photographed. It was a special walk, done with good friends, which I miss very much.
Each spring, like a drift of new snow, the garlic flows across the woodland floor.
Most of the time, much of wood, sits in the shade on the northern side of the hill. In the late afternoon the sun rises above the ridge and illuminates its western edge. During this special time the sunshine creates dappled pools of light and long shadows.
On the sunny side of the wood the garlic grows taller and bolder in the open glades of coppiced trees.
Fallen branches remain where they fell and provide extra texture – or just get the way.