Coming out of hibernation here. For the last few days I've been working on this map of Dartmoor, and the route of the Archangel's Way that winds around its northern flank. It's good to be under way on a project; I've been getting up at about 4 in the morning to get started (mind you, I do go to bed at a time that most people would probably consider remarkably early).
The days are stretching out. Yesterday, it was still fairly light at 5:00. There are crocuses and snowdrops in flower, and the daffodils are just about to burst open into flower. And the birds are starting to sing their spring songs. This morning I listened to a great tit producing a very mellow fluting note reminiscent of a bullfinch. "Where are the songs of spring? -aye, where are they?"
Right here, John.