We could expect mud, after rainy days. But we don't need The Archers no complaining for Lent. Ramblers don't do complaining. We are here to enjoy the day and the chill wind quickly has us looking fresh-faced and invigorated.
Amongst the gorse I'm looking not for the scatter of yellow flowers found at any season, but for a winter-special. A glimpse of deep gold, the soft jelly- lobes of fungus fruiting out of wood. Tremella mesentrica, yellow brain fungus.
By Hard Crag Wood we passed a farmhouse with a wonderful display of snowdrops, offset by the warm colour of winter bracken. So, flowers in February.
Next day, I found daphne laureola in flower too.