A trip out wth A and D today, looking for signs of spring amid the wreckage left by nearly two months of brutal winter.
All the tall reeds, grasses and undergrowth has been flattened and the colours have leached away. But the signs of spring are there if you look hard enough: birdsong (great tits singing ‘tea-cher,’tea-cher’) a little extra warmth from the sun.
Moles seem to more active now, judging by the molehills that spring up overnight be the side of the footpaths. I guess that food for the moles is scarce at this time of year, hence they have to open up new tunnels in a bid to find more worms.
More people about as well, consciously or not, we are all responding to the promise of spring.