The woodland stands fresh and full, its canopy alive with the vibrant greens of late spring. Shafts of soft light slip through layers of foliage, casting a gentle radiance over the grass below. Mature trunks rise in quiet harmony, their bark textured with age, while golden broom flowers flare in the understorey, adding warmth to the cool shade. This is a place between moments—where stillness meets growth, and the season breathes gently through every leaf.