It has been a harsh and long winter - one of the longest I can remember. Such winters make the flowering of snowdrops all the more delightful to behold - the first delicate stirrings of Mother Nature from her deep hibernation.
Such has been the bleakness of this particular past winter that the appearance of this patch of snowbells, dancing in the chilly breeze and scored by a lone blackbird, called a momentary halt to my wanderings amongst the ancient and mysterious monuments of Avenbury. It was a serene, meditational moment, a snippet of which I recorded on video for this blog :o)