Last year at this time, I was waxing lyrical about the Green Shoots of Recovery (HERE). This year, we could hardly see any signs of Spring as we walked around the 'Bogwash' and Through Peewit Carr. There was however, the first glimmering of life on a Willow tree as it just started to show the first signs of it's furry 'Pussy Willows'.
Everywhere is so wet, so cold and so muddy that it is difficult to get enthusiastic about the coming Season. We will see what happens next week.
whatever happens, one thing can always be relied upon. That is the belligerence of the Coots on the 'Bogwash'. They were still squabbling this morning.