Magnificent display of mother nature on a spring morning

These days, the woodland floor is greening over with the shoots of ransoms and bluebells pushing through the leaf mould, writes Damien Enright. The trees are full of bird song and, on bright days, the paths are dappled with sunlight.

I am fortunate in having a bayside walk almost on my doorstep. At low water, it takes me along a beach pleated and shining from the outgoing tide and, when the bay is full, I walk through the village with its Georgian terrace and brightly painted corporation houses backed by woods and fronted by the sea.

Beyond the village, a concrete pedestrian path on the sea side of the road takes me past flotillas of teal and shelduck bobbing on the water.