On the escarpment, the full force of the wind struck. The few hardy runners are masked, as I am. We feel a certain bravado for venturing into the teeth of the wind.
The curlew's song is a harbinger of spring, says this morning's Tweet of the Day. Not a chance of skylark or curlew on Scout Scar on 18 March. So, what will tomorrow bring?
Blackbird: a puritan with a banana in his mouth, says J A Baker. I dithered: should I venture forth, again, into sub-zero and wind chill? Sheet ice deterred me. So I photographed a resident blackbird, thinking of the admirable JA Baker. I feed the blackbird on apple and pear cores, which he scoffs. And there in that final image he does appear to be swallowing a banana whole, peel and all. Even the discolouration on his beak looks banana. It's a fun image because you don't expect to catch a puritan in greedy gulping.