We’d been to Slimbridge about four years ago and I was struck by the beauty and sheer wilderness of this place. Then I had difficulty telling one kind of bird species from another; this time around I managed just a bit better. Although truth be told we felt a little out of it with our really useless binoculars compared to other people who’d come armed with enough tripods, cameras and state-of-the art binoculars to launch several space-ships.
Anyway I digress. It is the peacefulness of the place (if you shut everyone else out), the dramatic winter colours and textures, the variety of birds that, despite the cold, keep us coming back.
On the second weekend in January we decided to walk up the Wrekin in Shropshire. We had had enough of bland weekends sorting out house stuff and unpacking (we moved house in October) and the green fields of the countryside answered our call.
We decided to go to the Wrekin because it was a walk we had done before and we were sure that the path underfoot would be passable, after the recent deluges of rain.
It was a wonderful feeling to be out walking again and to feel the sun on my face. There was certainly a spring in my step.
Although I was almost defeated by a mud-filled path; until I realised (or was it pointed out to me) that I was wearing waterproof socks! Never going to do that again (the forgetfulness rather than the walking).
The garden feels more spring like the further away from January we move. I just know now that spring is on its way but the following are images I took when we had some really sharp frosts…