30 Wind and time passes in the Forest of Dean

It's 8am and deep in the forest, steady banks of wind are pushing into the upper canopy. Above, the sky is pale blue, bright. It is late May, the day begins. This is the last section of a 12 hour all-night recording. When we set the microphones up the day before, the air was still and warm, rich with the scent of untouched leafy ground. Now in this new day the high branches are swaying, their broad leaves hushing. Drops of water from a night rain shower onto the thick viny undergrowth that carpets the ground. Perched amongst them blackbirds, song thrush, wrens, wood pigeons, great tits and robins sing songs that reverberate around this cathedral of trees. And through the trees, from winding forest paths, dogs bark on their morning walks. Nearby, just beside the microphones, little birds occasionally flutter down to poke about in the undergrowth. Moving and changing, these tall trees stand timeless, gently blown by waves of wind. This episode comes in higher definition sound for a clearer listen.