I’ve begun the habit of walking very slowly through the woods on a Sunday morning. As I hear single chime from St Stephen’s church on the other side of the woods, I reflect that this is my worship.

At this ponderous and mindful speed I notice tiny things which I suspect would otherwise be a blur. Rain drops on unfurling leaves, the jerky sound of blackbirds scratching under brambles and the texture of mud on the path,

In a clearing, some fallen trunks are smothered in a jigsaw of different mosses. One has tiny drooping capsules.

Later I look it up and come to the conclusion it is most probably a very common species, swan’s-neck thyme moss (Mnium hornum) (but happy to be corrected!)