We are so grateful to hike in the National Park and breathe the mountain air. The higher ground is covered in snow, adding to the freshness. Ground-nesting birds rest on cushions of grass and moss, beneath the heather. We stick to the trails and pace ourselves.
Further ahead, young trees and seedlings are slowly re-greening the hills. For the first time since we moved here, neighbouring land managers and conservation groups are working together to create one seamless, natural landscape. A landscape for the wildlife, and for the people who live and walk here too.
The pine with yellow fluorescent dots have gone, a few with pink dots are still standing. The logging truck left deep trails in the mud, filled with melted snow. The wood feels bereaved and empty at first. Until we notice the moss, shoots of spring grass and the finely barbed beginnings of a wild rose.