We were walking back from the Coronation Tap in Clifton, where we'd been experimenting with cider. In the light afternoon breeze, cherry blossom drifted down into the road, and a burst of song came from a hawthorn.
"Listen!" I said.
"It's a bird," said Andrew.
"It's a Blackcap," I said. "A migrant. One of those songs of spring."
"We only get Kookaburras and Galahs," he said. He does live in Fremantle, which might explain it.
Spring is indeed coming on apace, though I've yet to see a swallow. For now, here's one flying over Barbaryball, where I stayed last year at blackthorn blossom time. Two challenges in this picture- capturing the contrast between the patches of sunlight and the cloud shadows, and portraying trees when they are still not fully in leaf. It was fun to do, and I tried not to feel entirely outclassed when we looked at the Ravilious pictures in the RWA. Even though they were really brilliant.