A cold damp spring has meant that many of our daylight hours have been spent foraging for fallen tree boughs suitable for sawing and turning into firewood. The trees that border our land are protected from the wood cutters; but the particularly strong Tramontana winds will often tear branches from those trees, and send them crashing through the undergrowth to the ground below. Everyone in the area is aware of nature’s bounty and with spiralling energy prices and the high price of retail firewood there is much competition for the material. We are begininging to feel like the Waltons.
As daylight lasts a little longer the early springflowers are starting to make a show. Across the fields cherry trees are bursting into bloom, held in bold relief against the shadows cast by a sun still low in the sky.
Water remains a problem with a few insignificant showers here in the greener north whilst the sunnier south has benefitted from heavy rainfall. The lake is only 22% full and the newspapers are reporting a ban on watering gardens, washing cars etc. So early in the year and desperate days ahead I fear.