Signs of Spring

Brian draws my attention to hundreds of tiny purple violets in the grass. I see on the other side of the stream the buttercups beginning to flower. The alders and willows have their catkins, wild cherry is flowering in woodlands and hedgerows. Not far from the cemetery at Cheshunt, on the other side of a waterway there glows an array of orange and bright red twigs.

I’ve seen a lot of rabbits which Mitzi strangely seems to have missed. He did, however, notice a small flock of sheep who’d wandered from their field onto the path and I quickly put him on his lead.

A horse chases him all the way up a field towards the looming M25. Fortunately there is a fence between them.