The hedgerows are full of rather surprised looking starry white blackthorn flowers, no doubt wondering why it's not raining, and the daffodils are starting to look tired already. I have bluebells in flower in my garden. March always used to be a dismal damp and blowy month! What happened?
This evening I had to wait until it was cool before I took the lurcher lads down to a field to race about. The sky was completely cloudless blue, if a little hazy, and once the lurchers had hurtled down the field, I could hear the rabbits underground thumping crossly to each other in complaint. Brythen seems to be just as clueless as Az about actually catching rabbits, which I guess probably helps explain why he was found straying: no good as a working dog... Fortunately I do not particularly want to end my walks with a handful of sad dead rabbits, so that's fine by me. We came back along the lane by the light of a very slender and elegant moon.