If there is one flower that, to me, symbolises the onset of spring, it’s the wood anemone. Each year I find myself drawn to these delicate flowers that carpet our woodlands here in Kent. I have a favourite woodland that I like to visit where I have been assistant warden for almost 25 years. I take my lunch, sit on an old chestnut stump surrounded by anemones. I might even take a picture or two. My thoughts turn to a time many years ago when, as a boy with a camera, I first visited these old coppice woodlands with a good friend and mentor. He is no longer with us but he is as much a part of that woodland today as he was all those years ago.
