Spring

What a lot we miss by dashing about in our cars. This morning Grey Granite went to the shore at New Aberdour to take some pictures. It was a beautiful sunny day so she parked at the kirk in the village and walked down the brae to the beach. There were larks singing their hearts out and a single plaintive lapwing above the field behind the kirkyard, and at the beach raucous flocks of oystercatchers.

Grey Granite was amazed by how many patches of snowdrops there were at the roadside, a huge sea of them behind the old kirkyard and even a small group on the far side of the den. In the warm sunlight their flowers were splayed fully open.
Down at the shore in the sunny area near the mouth of the den there were patches of coltsfoot and a single, tattered celandine. Spring has indeed arrived.