I set out this earlier today on my walk with grim Monday morning determination. Once more it was cold and once more the weather was grey and miserable. My spirits were lifted once again by the song of the skylarks – who were singing in spite of Spring’s determination not to appear. It was however a good day for puddles – lots of gloomy reflections. I even threw a stone to get some ripples.
Later in the day the sun came out and the sky was blue …sadly I didn’t take any pictures!
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