Everywhere I go it is plain that Spring is in full flow.
Some trees have blossom already, there are a few flowers in the gardens, leaves are in bud, the kestrels are out, the kingfishers are visible again and the change in dawn and dusk is very apparent. I think I even glimpsed a bat the other day.
The mead however is still so soggy as to be un-passable in parts. There are areas that are fine, a tarmac path, the raised area beneath the woods, the woods themselves and the part of the mead closest to the Windsor Road, but the most interesting part is still out of bounds. I could probably wade through it in wellies, but that would be very hard work that is likely to involve falling over or losing a boot.
It is still all the rain that fell at Christmas thats the problem. There's been enough to keep topping the mud up ever since. The patches of water shrink or grow each day, but they show no signs of going as after a couple of days the squalls come back.
Ho hum.
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