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Sounds of spring in the Churnet Valley
Walking back from the depths of the valley this morning I heard the unmistakable sound of the woodpecker. I understand that the male woodpecker bashes his head like a pneumatic drill against tree trunks to impress female woodpeckers. Bizarre ritual when you think about it, but lovely to hear echo through a misty valley and a sure sign that spring is on the way. When I reached the top of the hill the sun was shining and the frost was melting and all was right with the world.