I wrote a lot of words last night - around 3,000 of them.
None of them are ready for publication, as yet. That's just the way it is sometimes. Long weekends are for thinking, writing, reflecting and then having another go at refining what's appeared on my screen, in my opinion.
Although they're not just about that, of course. Birdwatching and a lot of gardening were also done yesterday, and I can feel the muscles involved in filling a wheelie bin with pruned material as I try to recreate some order in the spaces the ivy has tried to take over, which is all my fault since I love the stuff.
It does, however, mean there are fewer words than expected this morning. Those I drafted will have to see the light of day some other time, if they ever do.
Meanwhile, happy Easter, if that celebration has meaning for you. If not, just feel the renewal that it does, appropriately, celebrate as spring really does begin to deliver on all its promises.
I am off bridwatching again, soon. Wicken Fen will be alive with warblers.
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Happy Easter to you, Richard, and to all of your visitors here. 🙂
It’s a lovely sunny morning in Liverpool – when I woke up the moon was still visible above the trees by Sudley Park, so I tried to take some photos of it before doing some Duolingo lessons. I suspect my hands were shaking too much for the pics to be any good (I find it awkward holding my mobile and managing to click the right bit!) – haven’t had time to look at them yet.
Not seen many birds so far, just a few gulls and wood pigeons, but I can hear some sparrows tweeting away. In many ways my favourite bird. When I was very tiny, Mum used to read me the story of Chippybobby the London sparrow and his friend Swallow, who took him to Africa where they made friends with Hippo!
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Wicken Fen! I remember it well. Does the warden still sell asparagus grown in his garden? As a lad in the 70’s I used to be sent by my dad to pick up a couple of bunches for the weekend. Happy days.
Not that I am aware of.
The visitor centre area is all abit commercial these days.
The fence is not.
Happy Easter, have a rest. Thank you for all your thoughtful, precise and heart-felt efforts to help us set our world on a healthier path.