With the in-laws scattered across the globe, Bryony & I were lucky enough to have their West Wight home as ours for the Easter weekend. Fortuitously as it happens, as this week we welcomed a new member to our household, Rolo the rescue dog. The large garden and footpaths abounding from the doorstep made the perfect location for our first long weekend together.
The weather refused to cooperate with our celebrations of springs arrival and the renewal of life, remaining resolutely grey for both Saturday & Sunday. The downs are there to be walked whatever the weather though, so we tramped up the lanes through the last of the mud, avoiding livestock (generally successfully…) and stopping to examine the first of the downland blooms. It was lovely to see so many hikers, biker, runners and relaxers all out enjoying our great outdoors.
The clouds had thankfully departed by the time we were heading home on Monday morning. We stopped at Newtown Creek and introduced Rolo to the woodland paths and winding creeks. The daffodils are being overtaken by clusters of whites and purples spreading along the edges, the smaller flowers blooming as their yellow forerunners droop above their heads. Occasional bees and butterflies are now in evidence, heralding the busyness of the months ahead in the woods.