they are back now

our local population of swallows and martins arrived back today. What a pleasure to see Nature's clock still ticking and all's well with the world. Only 4 days later than last year, so the volcanic ash couldn't ground these long distance air travellers.

The eyes are the window of the soul

Psyche is usually portrayed with the wings of a butterfly, and has come to represent the soul, so I wonder what this early speckled wood is thinking when it looks me in the eye.


Oh, for a nice piece of flowering blackthorn? And black it is.

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the old duck and angler

I feel this would be a good name for a pub ...if only, as seen down on the Tamar today above Latchley

black bee (aka spring flower bee)

and amongst the lungwort (pulmonaria) growing in our garden we saw this little jet black bee with two very full pollen baskets. As usual with the Internet it is possible to identify just about anything and this is the Spring Flower bee (see link). It never ceases to amaze me what you can see when you start looking properly.

wood anemones

most of the time wood anemones are a soft white, but occasionally you find flowers blushed with pink like these, and they look very pretty in amongst the white.

Inny foot

Spot at the point where the river Inny enters the Tamar, wondering why it is called Inny foot, and whether this is a good example of having one's foot in one's mouth. And below, it was a long way home.