Today's Spring evening looking North towards the tidal River Crouch from one of our many footpaths, which are currently very dusty due to the long dry spell.

The last two evenings on my favourite walk the Spring flowers are really prominent. The wood anemones carpet the ancient hornbeam woods, and along the edge the May flowers are there in all their glory. The big trees have hardly made an effort to come into leaf, not even the adjacent hornbeam.

The May is cause for conversation with a dog walker as we admire the show.

The cock robins sing their songs from the bare trees and the telegraph wires, staking out their territories. There is so much to see and hear and I feel sorry for the girl running with her head down, earphones in place, because she is missing the audio-visual show.

but the light greens of Spring were already here.