As dried twigs and leaves crunched beneath our feet on the forest floor, we made our way through the old wood towards the woodcutter's hut. Floral scented aromas came from honeysuckle and a tart fruitiness came from a bush crammed with red berries. On opening the door we were greeted a blast of red chillies followed by creamy vanilla and butter that led into prawn tempura with peanuts and sesame seeds. After a splash of water we ventured away from the green sap of the woods and into summer meadows resplendent in flowers and blackcurrants. On the breeze came a refreshing waft of mint and lemon that touched on tarragon before we concluded our journey with buttered crumpets and cinnamon swirls.