Despite living only 20 minutes away from Westonbirt National Arboretum, I've never visited before. A couple of friends of ours are members and bought us a couple of tickets last weekend.
And below is a bee hotel I found in the shop - easy enough to make from some old decking I have, which already has the necessary grooves.
We were a little too late in the year to catch the trees starting to turn into their autumnal hues, but impressive nonetheless. Reminded me of the opening of The Moody Blues song, The Dream.
When the white eagle of the North is flying overhead,
The browns, reds and golds of autumn lie in the gutter, dead,
Remember then, that summer birds with wings of fire flaying,
Come to witness spring's new hope, born of leaves decaying,
As new life will come from death, love will come at leisure,
Love of love, love of life and giving without measure,
Gives in return a wondrous yearn of a promise almost seen,
Live hand-in-hand and together we'll stand on the threshold of a dream.
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