Rooted: back to Woolley Wood

Richard is taking part in an online conference all day, with Folklore Society colleagues.  I think it's revitalising his sense of connection with the academic Folklore world, and it's lovely to see his enthusiasm.
We are both watching the reporting of the Northern Ireland elections carefully.  We welcome Sinn Fein's historic transition to being the largest party. It's unlikely, however, that the swivel-eyed Unionists will agree to take part in a reconvened Assembly, since they remain committed to persuading Johnson to cause chaos with the EU instead, by opting out of the Northern Ireland protocol. I hope history will judge them harshly, for their wrecking tactics...
Taking my mind off this (and all the other world news), I took the opportunity to go for an extended exploration in Woolley Wood, this time from the higher and more shady side. The wood slopes down to a sudden, steep edge - a drop of perhaps 30 feet or more in places. So you have to watch out. Today, however, I found the winding path that connects the top part with the lower and sunnier side. 
The bluebells and the wild garlic are glorious. With fairly chilly temperatures and some rain in recent days, they're looking fresh and vibrant.
Today's main, however, is a tree - or more accurately, its wonderful spreading roots and the lower part of the trunk.  It seems to clasp the steep slope on which it sits.   In the extra there's a flowery shot.
I spent an utterly peaceful morning there and completely lost track of time until I started to get extremely hungry around midday, and made my way home.