We’re a third of the way through March, and daffodils are out, the sun is high in the sky and spring is in full effect. I left in the afternoon for a quiet, fast spin – I ended up on a 45-miler around Lichfield, Croxall, Edingale, Harlaston, Whittington, Weeford and Shenstone.
The weather was beautiful – a lovely hazy sun was physically warm, and I was out in teeshirt and shorts. There was little wind, and the lanes and byways were teeming with other cyclists, and people out walking.
The day ended in a decent sunset, too. After so much rain, the joy of speeding down dusty, dry lanes is immeasurable. Today I felt like I’d left a period of hibernation.
This time last year we were in the interregnum between two heavy snowfalls, and spring didn’t seem to come until well into April.
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Mease Valley between Harlaston and Edingale
I look forward to the weeping willows coming back into leaf.
Soon this will be a green arcadia
How Shenstone looks best: in silhouette
At Fisherwick, these huge solar panels rotate to follow the sun.
The sunset died in the mosts striking fashion.
Packington Moor rendered magical by the sunset.
The iconic skyline of Shenstone from the east. Note the second tower.
Daffs are one of my favourite flowers. To me, they symbolise the end of darkness.
By the time I got to Lynn it was nearly dark, but this sunset wasn’t leaving unnoticed.
The daffodils of Edingale.
Packington was gorgeous.
Croxall: barely a hamlet, but beautiful crocuses on the verges
A busy canal at Huddlesford.
The Tame had settled down, too. At Elford, it was back to its normal, sedate self.
The outward bound course at Whitemoor Lakes was under water a few weeks ago.
An excellent day for sailing!
No leaves on the trees yet, but the weather was warm, sunny and kind.
At Croxall Hall, the dovecote in the forecround is said to be 16th century.
Croxall Hall is a very old, very private residence.
Whittington glowed in a soft golden hour.