It’s the little signs….
All the tell tale signs that winter is over are now in place. Last night I noticed that the Curlew are back up on the moors; their tell tale calls are one of those little hints that spring is here (despite the snow).
Riding bikes has made me notice these things more, the smell of the Wild Garlic in the woods, closely followed by Bluebells and then Nettles. The arrival of the moorland birds, Curlew, Lapwing, Golden Plover, and Short Eared Owls all supplementing our stock of Red Grouse.
And soon night rides in the woods will mean dodging the bats, just like last weeks meant dodging amorous toads on their way to spawn.
These are all good things, and here the tree hugging tale endeth.