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As the bracken finds its way up each Spring, pushing up through last year’s skeletal and crumbling remains, I am impressed how tall it grows, how strong, and what a dense sub-forest it forms. It is the world of hidden life in the woodland undergrowth; tall, and dense enough to conceal a fawn, it is the ‘underground railway’ of the forest. So much lives here in the birch woods around us. It exists here so quietly, and so warily, that it is only when I hold my breath, and step off the beaten track, venturing into the deepest parts of the wood, and then, only if I am lucky, do I see the quiet deer.