Away on the other side of the Sconce and Devon Complex, away from the River Devon, is Hawton Holt, the little reserve where fruit trees and bamboo is being grown.
Usually it's closed to the public, but when I stuck my head in on Monday, it was open. It has a new sign, mounted on top of a home made bee hotel, and within it is full of trees, natural arched walkways, a pond, a hide, and beehives too.
The first chiff chaff I have heard for a while was singing, as was the badly blown but sweet sounding flute-song of the blackcap. It is a peaceful spot, full of bees and damselflies, and I hope to return and sketch the backside off it, as well as have a read and write perhaps in a quiet corner.
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