Back in my previous life, before all this north east lark, I used to work in an 18th century manor house a few miles outside Shrewsbury (right next door to Walford agricultural college, Arti ?) and the sunny days of spring (yep, both of them) would only mean one thing.
You'd be sitting there, trying to work, and all you'd hear is the plaintiff cries of new born lambs in the field next to the manor. Pure cuteness encapsulated.
Strange how the same sound later came to be twisted by Antony Hopkins into "Can you hear the lambs, Clarice"
Carpathian
Yes, at this morning the birds were singing in the country park.
Last night the layby was deserted except for one gay bloke (and his dog), two doggers and one couple.
Fun was had by all (except the gay guy) (on his own remember)
On the down side, it now means that more peoples thoughts will turn to sex...and more people will drive down to the local to try to find fun.
And for those of you who like walking nude in the park (thanks for last wednesday by the way) it means that you won't get the sharkskin effect !!
Maybe this year will be a lot better than last ?
In the spring a young man's fancy,
Lightly turns to thoughts of love.
And the Summer,
And the Autumn,
And the Winter,
See above.
Pam Ayres.