I wrote last week about a lovely little meadow, the Donkey Field or Bluebell Field, in our village which from late January onwards is just a delightful carpet of spring flowers. There are also some magnificent trees, which please the eye through every season. Now it is spring and they are bursting into leaf; because there are different specimens there is a continual show of new green from late winter to early summer. From time to time through age or weather there are casualties, and a little while ago a magnificent chestnut had to be felled as it was rotting from the inside. Fortunately a new little tree was planted and this spring it’s showing off its candles – the long white blossom spikes which will develop into horse chestnuts, ‘conker’ for fun and games in the playground.