|The view from Watlington Hill|
|One of the red kites dropped me a present|
|Twayblade pollination in progress|
Then I realised that the bush was exactly in the centre of a near perfect circle of yews. It was all a little bit mystical, so I admired it but left it well alone!
|The circle of yews from the outside|
|The hawthorn bush, with all its decoration, from inside the circle.|
Finally, a beautiful speckled wood was waiting for me back at the car park.