Five and a half acres of slippery mud banks, rampant Rhodos and uncombed bracken - but it's a heaven-sent ticket to happiness in the heart of the Sussex AONB weald.
Deer are also on the run - saw a family grazing on the wayleave shortly before they bolted East. How they get through the thick bramble up there I don't know.
The leaves are starting to unfurl and cast dappled shade on the woodland floor - the bluebells smell gorgeous and it all feels like it's about to burst. Roll on bank holiday weekend.