Out into the pasture with a beautiful blue sky overhead and full sunshine on our backs. The grass in beginning to grow at last and there are tiny buds on the hawthorn. The cam across the middle of the pasture - mostly hawthorn but with an ash tree and a wild plum amongst it - and plenty of ivy too - is beginning to green and the picture is altogether Spring-like.
Going through a gap in the cam we see that there are still berries on the holly from last year. The farmer says this is probably because the ground was so wet all winter that it was easy for the birds to get at the worms and grubs - both of which they would rather eat than holly berries. Here and there the field is dotted with the tiny 'suns' of celandine and when we reach the barn in the bottom corner I am please to see the pair of stock doves flying in and out of the 'window' carry bits of sticks. Never very good house builders (two sticks across and a little bit of moss) they always choose this barn with its 'shelf' in the eaves.
At the beck the marsh marigold is just beginning to flower - plenty of buds but only one or two small flowers so far. On the edge of the beck with wild gooseberry is in full leaf and already has small fruits. When they are 'ripe' they are always too sour to eat.
The beck flows through our little plantain which is still very bare and wintry. We walk up the side of the big pasture, and past all that remains of what was once a barn - long before the farmer's time but enough for the field to still be called 'the barn field'. Then up past the myriad rabbit holes and up to the top and the lane.
Both the farmer and I have gone far enough, but we feel better for our walk and it is lovely to see Spring emerging again - as it does each year even when we think it is never going to happen.