I love it when the clocks go forward. And what a glorious day too. A walk on the South Downs was definitely what the doctor ordered. In just over an hour, I ticked off pretty much all the sights and sounds of spring. Lovely.
Except for the smell.
- Green woodpecker – tick
- Chiff chaff – tick
- Skylark – tick
- Sparrowhawk . Probably the same one that covered the patio in feathers last weekend – tick
- Warm sun – tick
- Bluebells in leaf if not in flower yet – tick
- Daffodils – tick
- Gorse in flower – tick
- Cooling breeze -tick
- Dog walkers – tick
- Cyclists – tick
- Farmer ploughing, followed by a horde of seagulls – tick
- Wind from the north, which is really unusual here. And that’s when I realised that not only was the farmer ploughing, he’d also been muck-spreading too. – TICK. Urgggggh.

South Downs. Brighton and the sea in the distance