For the first time this year no need for the big thick jacket as dogs and I went round the top field. It was cold, a very slight frost coated the grass, but there was not a breath of wind. There`s been so many windy days in the last few weeks, really windy, rattling gates and shaking trees that a still morning like this feels almost miraculous.
The birds were a-birding, the sun was a-sunning and Spring was definitely having a quick look round.
Just looking through the window first thing, it`s difficult to assess for sure how the air is going to feel until we actually step outside and there`s often a big difference between the bottom and the top of the hill which is quite exposed. Sometimes it`s simply the early morning light which delights, the sparkle of frost, the crunch of snow; sometimes the landscape is shrouded in cloud or there`s a spectacular sunrise; other times the drama of stormy winds and rain: whatever, getting out there before we do anything else feels like the best way to start the day. And the coffee is even better once we`re back.
And plenty of early mornings ahead, no doubt, as preparations are made for a long trek westward starting on Friday. An account and pics to follow, hopefully. 😉
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