There were meadow pipits singing and gliding down to earth, in parachuting descent.
Once again, the cuckoo was calling and we found him surrounded by small birds, on a juniper bush. And off he flew. He reappeared within the same territory during the morning.
On Helsington Barrows we heard a second cuckoo and watched as he flew off into the larch trees. When we set out across the Race Course shortly after 7.00am the morning was still with not a cloud in the sky. Gradually, cumulus cloud gathered and the temperature rose. Still no rain. But with all that's happening no-one speaks about that. It is bizarre to be outdoors enjoying a beautiful spring when a pandemic is raging. Early during lock-down the wail of ambulance sirens was audible about Kendal and toward Morecambe Bay. Now there's more road traffic noise.