Indeed I do walk this way most days (see post 26 December) but today it was head down into the wet mistiness. Until a song stopped me in my tracks: our all-year-round warbler, the blackcap, as grey as the day, apart from his black cap, happy to have survived the winter thus far.
And across the tracks, another calling in answer.
When I got home Mrs T announced that the frogs had begun to stir in the pond. Something is happening.