Lydford Gorge was quite empty when I arrived, a rare treat. I walked through the layers of new beech leaves, lime green and unfolding as I passed. The bluebells were on the point of opening and will be spectacular in a few days but the wild garlic is already out, white spikes in thick mats of lance-like leaves. Later, after climbing the steep steps from the Devil's Cauldron, I sat gratefully in the cafe and ate fruit flapjack, watching a blue tit nestle over her eggs in fluff lined luxury via webcam.
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