Sunday morning

It was something of a relief to open the curtains on Sunday morning and discover small gaps in the cloud and a little patch of blue sky. A bit later on, the sun came out, rather weak but a much brighter morning than we've had for ages. It didn't last; it was throwing it down again by about 3pm but at least I managed a walk down to the park. It doesn't look busy from my pictures but in fact there were a lot of people about, also making the most of the dry interlude. 

There are signs of spring... a few snowdrops among the leaf litter, catkins on some of the trees. The yellow crocuses that I showed a couple of weeks ago, forcing their way up through a sea of mud, are now in full flower though still bogged down in mud rather than the grassy slope this used to be. 

I did a slight detour along the canal towpath between the mill buildings, to see if the big puddle was still there. I'd seen an amazing photo of the mill, reflected not in the canal as usually shown but in a massive puddle on the towpath. See HERE. There were traces of standing water but nothing big enough for a good reflection. You can just spot the top of the chimney!