In the spring...

...a young frog’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.

(I don't suppose Tennyson will mind too much)



Our pond isjust one big frog orgy at the moment.


14 degrees this morning!
Walked through Cowpen Marsh this morning and took my fleece off!


The water birds are all starting to pair up and the swans are gathering nesting materials. It definitely feels springy.