A skylark calls amongst the crags on Kendal Race Course, a skylark lit by the sun, his crest erect. Another sings in display flight. Pattern of bright white cumulus clouds across the sky, and visible wind-sheer. Not a con-trail in sight , the skies silent. A preternatural peace. This is how the world was, this tranquillity.
The cloud-scape is constantly changing, cloud gathering. After an early morning chill the day is warm and still. And beautiful.
Down at Wells Garth the mossy banks are full of fresh flowering dog’s mercury. Water gushes out of the limestone, down the rock-face, into a beck that runs down to Park End Farm. Veronica becabunga grows in the beck. The only beck on Scout Scar. There’s a lush bank of pink and white comfrey spilling over a wall, and japonica.
Down at Barrowfield Farm the first lambs are in the in-by pastures, close to the farm. Spring comes later with altitude.