Glorious spring weather saw a visit to Wyndham Park in Grantham, a park that I thought was a fine natural habitat full of ponds, boating lakes, an excellent cafe and wildlife everywhere.
It wasn't quite like that. It was actually pretty small, with a boating lake for remote controlled sailing boats about the size of a swimming pool, and not a whole lot of natural habitat.
Fortunately, Queen Elizabeth Park, a long linear park running alongside the River Witham, was just across the road. We took a path alongside the fast flowing turquoise waters, and although information boards teased the presence of kingfishers and otters, of them there were no sign.
I did see my first brimstone butterfly of the year, lemon yellow flutterings above the grass. Many buff tailed bumblebee queens were looking for nest holes in the soft earth, and the park was full of the loudest great tits I've ever heard, their "Deeee-Dooo" calls sounding out from almost every tree.
Plenty of robins, blue tits and wrens were about too, and a red kite soared overhead, its forked tail expertly manoevering it across the blue sky.
Where were there were crocuses, there were also honey bees, saddle bags filled to the brim with pollen.
I love spring so much.
Si
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