It’s still wet; I’m still ill. I spent my morning drinking tea, reading and watching this rather forlorn chaffinch, all toasty in his winter coat, pick about for food. A short and slow walk was, well squelchy. Dripping with light rain and slick with dark mud. It’s a palette of spring greens and browns, huddling in the rain but vibrant.



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