Then lockdown. No more cars, no more aeroplanes, no one in the woods - except James - in a place empty of people but filled with birdsong and new life. In these silver nights and golden days, there were tumbling fox cubs, calling curlew and, of course, the soaring goshawks - shining like fire through one of our darkest times.

A goshawk summer unlike any other; an extraordinary season in the forest.