Monday 22.3.2021

 Another irresistible early morning: sun, blue sky, crisp air, sharp frost. Caught the sheep still napping as we went up the hill 

but in the woods the birds were wide awake and proclaiming loudly that the day was well underway and where had we been?  

By the time we were coming back down the road, that persistent cold wind we have had for the last few days had sprung up again, the sky had clouded over and it felt perfectly justifiable to light a fire. The edges of the days - early or late - so often seem to be the best parts, especially at this time of year.