Off shift now, thank heaven and feeling a shade chubby with not being able to run with these naughty thighs of mine. So I did jump on my bicycle and head out along a Sustrans 64 path that had been snowed on by hawthorn blossom blown off the trees by the powerful breeze.
Crows explored the rubbish dump, beating their wings to try and beat the wind, but going nowhere like an avian mime act. Goldfinches caught the lowering sun. If there were any grizzled skippers, an uncommon species in this part of the world but a few of them live along the 64, they were sleeping.
Quizzical cows watched me from the fields, and the oilseed rape is over in the Hawton fields.
The yellow spring is turning back to green.
All text and images Copyright Cream Crackered Nature 29.05.15
|Nice new one off the cycle path. Love the grape coloured flowers|
|Hawthorn snow and Cotham bridge|
|I feel like I'm being watched|
|Hawton church under laser attack|