On a theme of recycling, or a Damascene conversion just in time for Easter, Jeremy Clarkson bids to join the Green Party- so radio 4 announced this morning. Let's remember the date and chuck the foolscap into the recycling bin at noon, with all the discards.
Hearing of all those swallows, chiff-chaff and black caps holed up in France, in Europe, I wonder about the vanguard- those hardy wheatear Frances, Michael and I saw on Scout Scar on 19th March. How sleek they looked! Newly arrived from Africa and not a feather out of place.
I never post images that are not my own, never. But Frances and Michael are good friends and I know we will, all three of us, remember sharing this moment with fondness, and amusement.
Out on Cunswick Fell the other day, I was seeking such a bird on top of a wall in a clear, uncompromising stance. They're not always so photogenic, they fly off , they slump and turn their backs on you. This fruitless search for a bird to photograph, any bird, complicated my getting to grips with an unfamiliar camera. I was on a fool's errand, and should have waited until today.
But strong winds hold migrating birds in Europe, awaiting a change in the weather. And the resident birds keep a low profile in all this turbulence.
My theme is what wildlife means to us. This wheatear tells of the coming of spring, of friendship and of aspiration.
A morning of lurid storm-light.