Let There Be Light

Up at six, walked down stairs without the light on....what's going on ? Poked my head out the door. Not cold. Clear sky. Dry.

Quick cup of tea, boots on, out the door for a walk. It was like a heavy, grey veil had been lifted after months of depressing nothingness.

Colour returned, the birds were singing and General Winter was on his way out. Good riddance.

Five hours later I was home, having bagged fifty seven bird species, including a pair of bullfinchs, something I've not seen for ages.

I was "buzzing" (copyright da yoof).

Lunch in the garden. Boiled eggs done perfectly. 

Finished the day on the little noddy rod at the local river catching bleak, perch, roach, a hybrid and three ruffe. Lovely.

First day of spring and one that'll be hard to beat.