This is the post which would have contained the magical shots of hares boxing in the early morning mist and sunbeams. I can still provide you with the mist but sadly not much in the way of hare action whatsoever.
Earmarked as a potential 'ideal habitat' 18 months ago we vowed to return at hare boxing time, those spring mornings which make the best times for hares to get about their business and pop on a show. Last March we missed it somehow with the beast from the east bringing all that snow. I imagine that hares vehemently avoid inclement weather as I do, but this might be an anthropomorphic sweeping assumption.
Below, bleeding tree??
Take care,
Sophie
