Every walk reveals something different. This one offered quiet, colour, and a reminder that wildness still thrives in the corners of our towns. Sunlight breaking through the trees, catching the edge of a bramble and nature’s palette reveals itself everywhere you look; the greens, browns, and the surprise of wild fruit, mostly berries.

March, in the woodlands is a season of suggestion. The trees are still bare in places, but the ground stirs with promise, buds tight with potential, moss thick on the bark, and berries clinging like forgotten jewels. I wandered through Preston Park’s woodlands in March, just as winter was loosening its grip. The air was cool, the light soft, and the silence broken only by birdsong and the crunch of last year’s leaves. These photos capture that quiet threshold between seasons, when nature is not yet in bloom, but already becoming. There was a lot to capture,; a tangle of brambles still holding berries, winter’s last offering, the path ahead, dappled with light and the hush of early spring, Moss climbing the trees like velvet, green before the leaves return, and bare branches above, but the ground below already waking. The Park well maintained and the clear quiet road leading to the woodlands getting a little dense.

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