Field Walk

After a weekend visiting family, it was nice to return home - all the more so because it was dry and the sky was (mainly) blue.

While we were away some daffodils had come out and soon the garden will be splashed with yellow.

Wellies on, I headed across the fields, it was really wet underfoot, at times the grass seemed to be just a thin layer floating on top of a bed of mud. There are usually Greylag Geese by the score at this time of year, but today there were some Canada Geese - heading north I suppose - hoping for better weather.

They had been down at the sandy edge of the burn and their footprints looked like arrows pointing the way.

So I crossed over into the next field - stopping only to splash my wellies clean in the burn.

The cows were walking out across the estuary, following the tide out - I wondered if the grass tasted salty? Were they eating seaweed?

The light was starting to fade as I headed back - but the hours of daylight are really stretching out.

It's nice to go away, but it's nicer to come back home.