Down at Tentsmuir the dunes were flooded, as I’ve not seen them for years.
I wonder what that will do to the orchids and Grass of Parnassus? Looking into the pools, there were lots of (apparently) drowned snails.
I rescued one which seemed to be clinging to a submerged blade of grass, and it seemed none the worse.
The dunes were full of the sound of skylarks. There were spreads of Erophila verna. OK, tiny dolls-cot-sized spreads, but spreads all the same.
I came across several of these courting couples, some on the dunes and one heading towards a ditch in the forest.
The dunes are still bleached and generally things look wintery, but it sounded like spring.
There were tiny pussy-willows on the salix repens.
Along at the alders, the dead trees were just a scene of devastation.
However, there were (full-sized) pussy-willows.
And alder catkins, at last.
A little further on, I stopped because I could hear a hum…a willow full of bumblebees. Another real sound of spring.
There were rabbits, but no fox today at the edge of the wood. I found parsley piert leaves, aphanes arvensis, tiny but beautiful, in the gateway.
I had a look at the moss on one of the trees in the boggy bit. Fantastic striped setae.
The frog pond wasn’t quite as busy as I’ve seen it, but loud with frog-calls and full of splashes and ripples.