Right, that's the whinge over. So what happened?
It was the first time I had driven to the farmhouse itself, turning off the A361 and following a metalled drive for maybe five hundred yards before parking in the shelter of a barn. I had already passed a stretch of newly-planted woodland of, I would guess, 2500 square metres, and it seemed to be a good place to start.
A newly-planted woodland stretched along the side of the drive.
Foxhill Form, near Badby. 1 February, 20118
|The oaks bore Marble Galls. Foxhill Farm. 1 February, 2018|
Hazel catkins were tossing in the brisk wind. Foxhill Farm.
1 February, 2018