There was a strong wind blowing out in exposed country, but rather than the icy hellhounds of the North, this was a southerly breeze, a Saharan dragon laden with dust from the Sustrans 64 that clogged my eyes and mouth.
Out on the Owl Road itself, there were no snipe scared by my heavy step, but I did flush up some small birds with whitish rumps, and a flight consisting of steep climbs followed by sharp plummets. They might have been larks, but I fancy they were more likely meadow pipits, a bird that has delighted me as I watched them on Ilkley Moore in the past.
The other piece of news to note on my run; bluebells are out in Sconce Park oak wood.
|Half open bluebell|
|Not yet had the sun, these ones|
|But higher on the oak wood bank, these beauties are if full bloom. Note the flowers all on one side of the stalk, pretty sure these are native bluebells|
|Sweet mahonia in the Orchard|
|Sunset through my misty kitchen window|
|Weather front approaching|