A day of three parts….

I find it so lovely when so many weathers exist in one day……the other day I woke to a magical misty morning. Mist that doesn’t hide everything, but just enough to make you think ‘what’s beyond the mist?’

I went to the pond first, the mist in the distance, the ice not yet melted

The ducks were happy as always to see me. The Muscovy sitting on the fence waiting for his personal feed on top of the fence

Then time to go through the house and to the back lane, the place where the mist would be at its most magical and it was

The mist playing tricks with my memory. The near I got through the mist the more would be revealed. Even though I’d done this walk a thousand or more times, it was still revealing.

A squirrel lay still, pondering its next move

The snow now almost melted, the snow drops were beginning to thrive once more.

The temperature has risen 10 degrees overnight, making for an overnight change from a white world back to normal – so strange it happening so quick

I reached the long lane and it felt like walking along the unknown. The trees, so familiar when clear, shrouded in thick mist, the outline of distant trees just visible

On my way back for my cuppa, Tom the Pheasant (as the village has named our newest resident) sat huddled up in the field

As the day wore on the mist melted away as quick as the snow and the sun began to shine so another trundle beckoned me….I actually went the same route. To see it with clear sunshine eyes

Along the back lane and the birds, like me had all come out in the sun. The bird song was louder than the morning, they were pleased to see the sunshine too. A Robin hopped in the snow free hedge looking for something tasty

The lane now bathed in sunshine looked unrecognisable from the morning

And the blackbird could now see the ground strewn with leaves, to peck at snow free and find the worms beneath

Another trundle done, I expected to be inside for the rest of the day. Snug in my pyjamas and dressing gown, I watched through the window as dusk fell. I suddenly realised I hadn’t seen the moon for ages. Should I get dressed again as it was a clear night? I sat upstairs for ages, watching as the light was fading and suddenly the urge to see the moon took over and I got dressed again, well I hope I got dressed again 😂. Coat and gloves definitely on, I ventured out into the cooling air.

I wasn’t sure where the moon would be, so went round the village the other way…the Manor House bell, loomed large in the darkening sky

Along the road towards the never ending lane and a Robin was singing its heart out on the hedge. It’s often there, same place singing away.

The light along the lane just enough for me to feel happy walking there

A bird perched on top of the highest branch caught my eye. I assumed it was a rook until I zoom in and saw the sparrow hawk sitting silently watching for prey. I watched him swoop further up the lane out of sight.

A red streak as though painted with an artists brush lay across the sky in the distance

As I came to my turning point, there again was the sparrow hawk, different tree, same position, on the hunt for his supper, although, when I posted it on my Facebook page, someone did suggest it might be a Kestrel…how wonderful would that be 😍

I’d forgotten all about the moon, such was the entertainment a distraction on my trundle but as I came to an opening in the trees there was the moon waiting for me

That’s what I’d really come to see. The perfect end to a perfect trundling day…..