Walks have to be snatched when it's neither uncomfortably windy nor wet. Such moments of ordinary sun and still air are treasurable - even to someone like me who likes wild and windy weather.
In such a moments, the sky can be surprisingly blue . . .
beyond the ever flowering gorse
The upper branches are bare but, lower down
leaf buds are not only forming above the ever pleasing lichen
but breaking open.
And Old Man's Beard
grows thinner scraggier and more beardy and old as the weeks pass.