On this morning's walk we encountered a pair of wrestling voles
They were wrestling so enthusiastically that they barely noticed us. I can report that voles wrestle rather like humans, standing on their back legs and using their weight to try to throw the adversary and hold him down. The celandines are in full swing, creating shining golden carpets beside the paths. I must remember to bring the camera tomorrow.
No sign of motion from the seeds yet, though the beans have stained the kitchen paper and smell very... beany.
I ventured to the local butcher, where I found that the counters have now been cordoned off with strings of Cornish flags, and everyone was very carefully distancing along the pavement.