Badock's Wood is one of my very favourite places in Bristol. It's almost a secret wood, tucked in its own miniature gorge and not as well known or frequented as the larger Snuff Mills. I come here a lot, and am on first name terms with many of its trees. It's good to catch up with how they're doing every now and then.
First we had a wander around the top fields, including Mill Tut with its bronze age burial mound, here seen through a shiver of birches.
My favourite cherry is in blossom.
And my first bluebells of the season in the shelter of the gorge - though Badock's Wood has few, being primarily a wild garlic wood. In a month's time there will be drifts and drifts of stars.
The Yorkshireman offered to take some photos of me, potentially for publicity purposes. I like the notion of an interesting tree with a wonderful carving by Andy O'Neill and fabulous bark on the cover of a book called Breadcrumbs. And Ted - well, he was included to corner the border collie-owning market. And they didn't come out too badly either, given the subject matter. The light was soft and subtle, and for once I didn't look like Quasimodo.