We returned to the Northern Slopes on a chilly spring morning ready to take up our scythes and loppers. Heroically, we tackled the densest of bramble to enable access further along Novers Hill. The brambles proved as stubborn as ever, but our relentless determination (and a significant amount of elbow grease) helped us reach our goal: making a little dent in the impenetrable thicket. And as we gathered our tools at the end of the task, Julia reminded us that great things are achieved by many people making many little dents over time.

Credit to Richard G for the excellent pun!