It is Spring; it is beautiful. The trees are gradually being enveloped in a haze of fresh green leaves, the sun is shining, and bluebells are starting to drop shadow the woods with blue. I am working through the winter’s photographs, looking at places that will soon be made inaccessible by bracken. These are hidden corners, away from the popular footpaths. If they are not quite forgotten—note the stacked logs—then they are quietly neglected. These are my favourite places.