Yesterday was one of those late winter/early spring days that demonstrated the transition between the seasons. I woke to a slight frost and mist lying low over the valley. Hovering just over freezing and with a clear sky, it was a stunning dawn.
A few winter thrushes came to a nearby tree as I looked over the sheep fields while I could hear two great spotted woodpeckers drumming and a calling green woodpecker. With a tentative dawn chorus the birds of two seasons were making themselves heard.
At lunchtime I walked out of the back door and was hit by a warmth I hadn’t felt for months. I could feel the bright sun on my face but it was the warm breeze that really made the difference. The temperature has topped out in the low ‘teens’ Celsius and in just a few hours the seasons had changed.
























































