I know I know I’m banging on about the weather but it was genuinely surreal walking through my local park this morning. On the ground was a slushy mess and the trees were covered in the same mess. It was really like February but it wasn’t in truth because all the time the sounds were those of the spring. Whilst there was a distant Wigeon whistling away it was drowned out by the birds singing for a mate. Goldfinches flitted overheard and the unmistakable song of the Great Tit pieced the air. The ground may still be winter but in truth the animals were already in spring. I guess they never got the memo.

Simon Marchini
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