Spring brings daffodils, lambs and less mud. I have yet to see lambs but mud is less of a problem. This morning I checked the route of a walk I’m soon to lead. The mud on one section that was memorable three weeks ago—particularly to the person who fell in it—has, I was glad to see, dried remarkably.
On the walk I intended stopping to eat a banana by a stile at the top of a hill where there is a good view. Unfortunately, by the stile was a corpse; part of a corpse to be exact, either that of a small sheep or a big rabbit. It had white fur and was well-chewed. I stopped further along the path.