Set off up the hill this morning walking straight into the fiercely cold southwesterly wind, a bit like diving into icy water. Still, it was bright,clear and dry - needle-sharp Ben Rinnes on the horizon looking fantastic covered in snow - and the sun even had a little warmth in it once we were in the shelter of the woods.
Masses of crows mobbing a solitary buzzard and plenty of smaller birds tuning up: what with that and the snowdrops and other green shoots pushing up you could persuade yourself winter was on its way out - if you believed in tempting fate.
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