Misty, cool and grey and still the chippy wind but at least we had lapwings tumbling over ploughed fields, oystercatchers skimming around beneath them with that familiar cry and - at last - larks, invisible but audible overhead.
Happy Birthday L, basking in sunshine down south - 22 years ago your arrival was heralded with a light covering of snow - and even lower temperatures than today!
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