Sunday morning

Snowdrops they are everywhere, along the road, in the fields, trailing along the river bank and of course in people's gardens.  Dainty, delicate but not wild flowers, or are they? It is people that have planted them along bridleways, and birds or insects that have scattered them.  Here as you look back at the old farm orchard you can see the straight line of daffodils planted.

I thought on this walk to discover what survives in the verge and hedgerow, think I have spotted ransom, and of course dog mercury's gentle little flower, whispering woodland a long time ago.

Further along on our walk and we come to the 'bunny bank', the bank has many holes and often a flash of white tail will tell of a guard rabbit.  Baby rabbits play on the ploughed field their colour blending well with the soil.  On this walk was a covey of what I think maybe pheasant babes, though from their sandy colouring from a long distance they could have been partridge.

Traces of water still lurk in the fields and we seem to be, this far North, on the cusp of the cold/warm weather fronts that sit across England. Does that mean rain I wonder?
In the following photo, just before the bridge and you can see Nelson's land in the background, here he lives in a caravan with many hens, some geese and half a dozen sheep.  Not sure he legitimately owns the land but there does seem to be some questioning by the pub's owner.

And there is also of course moles they cover the fields by the river with their mole hills, there must be quite a few of them.

Our internet has been playing up the last few days, but LS phoned BT up, and they seem to have fixed the problem by remote control, updating our router and going back to the source, clever though I find it a bit scary when someone in India can take over your computer.....

Madam, who has been over-hyped all night, resulting in a couple of hours sleep for me,...