Everything feels ready. There is a blossom, birds gathering nesting material and more and more flowering plants with every passing day. But there are no bumblebees or butterflies, and I'm yet to hear the song of a chiff chaff.
Spring is on the launch-pad, but the blue touchpaper has yet to be lit.
Today was a case in point. After two hours of failing to be Mitch Johnson in the indoor cricket nets, the gloriously bright day had me running immediately, and suicidally, afterwards. Yet even though the freezing wind of yesterday had dropped away, it was obviously still too cold for the season to really "burst forth."
I ran a 10km route along the Owl Road, and despite hoping for buzzers and flutterers, none were about. Indeed, at Cotham Flash, a group of kids on scrambling motorbikes would have frightened every living thing away for a mile around.
I don't feel old and grumpy, but the sight of bikes tearing it up where I'm running turns this most liberal of men into a right old "hang 'em and flog 'em" merchant. A veritable Colonel (Retired) Blashby-Dashby of Disgustville.
Still, it was a beautiful day to be out, and there were sights to be seen. Please enjoy. I plan some more adventurous adventures in the next off-shift.
|Cemetery daffs in full swing now|
|Good job it's not a triffid|
|Horses on the 64|
|Into the distance|
|Cotham Flash wetlands today|
|New - common speedwell|
|Speedwell close up|
|Cat-vain, Hawton village|
|Yellow flowering shrub|
|My favourite old submerged trunk in the River Devon. I remember this from 1983|
|Hiding robin at the Sconce|
|White magnolia emerging|
|Hidden clock tower on the old part of the new hospital|