The green tunnel viewed from the top of the lane to Forston Grange looked enticing. The sun dappled through the trees and undergrowth of a woodland strip to the left of the path. White petals of elder flowers rained down like confetti in the breeze. The right side of the lane afforded glimpses of open farmland between and over the straggly hedgerow, first a newly ploughed ground with narrow lines of germinating seeds; then an expanse of tall green wheat. I haven’t walked this part on the east side of the village for a long time but I am glad I have rediscovered it.