Fear not! The first March dawn, this Saint David's Day, has broken bright and fair and I have been able to partially dis-robe and jettison several layers of winter-wear!
Yesterday was quite different with a cold northerly wind on the upper moors around these parts. A solitary Lapwing settled on the desolate, partially snow-covered and wind-swept slopes around High Edge Raceway while high-flying Golden Plovers in several groups called, straining against the headwind.
'Find your enemy and shoot him down - everything else is unimportant.'
