When I arrived, the snow that had blanketed the ground had disappeared and thankfully, the skin-biting, face-numbing wind of last week had gone.
There was a good turnout of volunteers again. I found I wasn’t the oldest, nor the youngest, and both men and women came out to work side by side.
We all gathered together and Stephen, the Reserve Manager, told us that the day’s task was to involve plug planting heather, bilberry and crowberry plants, and sowing a mixture of old and young heather seeds.