31 March 2021

An early evening walk around the lanes. Spring in full flow. My first butterflies of the year—a pair, checking each other out. A curlew burbling in our farmer friend’s field, then flying overhead en route to the Moor. Pussy willow at its fluffiest…

Pussy willow.

…but where, oh where, are the swallows?

Ah! There you are:

First swallow of the summer
First swallow of the summer

I know a single swallow doesn’t make a summer, but this one certainly made my March.

By Richard Carter

Richard Carter is a writer and photo­grapher living in Hebden Bridge, West Yorkshire. Website · Facebook · Twitter · Newsletter · Book

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