Frogspawn was a talking point, a motif of an April day. A glistening along the track might have been the sun melting the last of overnight frost, or gelatinous smears of frogspawn. Sometimes frogs lay where their tadpoles surely cannot thrive- puddles that a week without rain will dry out. We peered into pools, seeking frogspawn. Most striking was this sphere of sphagnum moss somehow injected with frogspawn.
We walked a ridge and as we climbed we looked for flowers, tiny violets, flowering sedge, a single wood sorrel. And frogspawn. This green mass of sphagnum rolled in the water, and was still. You can see the white spheres of jelly protecting each tadpole, and a few black flecks as they emerge. How was this mass of frogspawn laid to interweave with sphagnum moss? We found a seething, wriggling mass of tadpoles - for some reason a video worked well and still images did not.
My name is Jan Wiltshire. I am a writer and naturalist living in Cumbria and I take photographs.