Thursday 7.5.2020

Not a cloud in the sky early on. Not the wispiest of wispiest wisps. That "busy old fool", the "unruly sun", had already been up for a while and the shadows were a lot shorter than they were at this time a few weeks ago when they stretched right across the top field.

In the woods it was perfection: light and shadow,

cool and fresh in the shade, warm and balmy in the sun, the air was still and spring was springing away like billy-o accompanied by a chorus of birdsong.

One distant, pale cream streamer of cloud on the horizon as we came back down the road but no other sign yet of the impending blast of northerly wind and snow we`re apparently due over the weekend. Our resident Robin had better find some shelter and "hide his head under his wing - poor thing!"