I’m working on a guide for Dundry, a hill to the south of Bristol. I did this pic yesterday, and as it feels quite summery I’m putting it here. At last, spring! -Every morning is like Christmas used to be; that feeling of happiness that something that seemed impossibly distant is finally happening.
The local foxes have been getting rather flirty in the garden;playing boisterous games of Are You There Moriarty, then taking a quick break with the vixen lying legs akimbo under the weeping willow, while the dog fox dashes around pissing on things.