As lockdown drags on spring is marching by. So I thought I'd create a short film that, for me, captures some of the magic out there. Most of the footage is from my archive and what's new is from down the lane.
The blackbird in the image is the one singing, joyfully accompanying my daughter as she performs Moonlight Sonata, that enduring classic that I imagine most know and recognise.
So, if you can't get out to hear the bird song or to immerse in fresh new green beech leaves and wild garlic, I offer you this. Seven minutes and twelve seconds of dawn.