Sounds of mistle thrush, robin, wren, blackbird, stonechat, yellowhammer, chaffinch, blue and great tits, cuckoo.
Picot edging and Amos Barton.
Sea in the distance; Mol dozing in a the sun.
Thursday, 17 April 2014
Monday, 14 April 2014
Down the road, evening
Swallows are properly back at last, sorrel is bolting already into sharp red points, poplars in the valley are beaten copper behind the white cherry blossom, a marvel every year.
Sunday, 6 April 2014
Down the road, evening
Top-lit piles of bright cloud are cross-hatched by still bare poplars, everything is late but there's a green sheen on the willows now and the verges are sprinkled with stitchwort.
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