At last, the blackthorn is in full bloom! One of the sights of spring. This year it’s late, of course, but better late then never.
I’ve been to take photographs in this spot every year for the last decade or so. It’s become a ritual. Part of my spring.
Early morning is best. The dew is still on the grass, occasionally still frost. But the sun lights up the bushes and they glow.
The flowers have a delicate scent, again, best experienced on a bright early Sunday morning.
The dog walkers were out in force this morning. Even in some pretty remote fields I was bumping into people frequently. Everybody is so relieved that the weather is finally improving – a chance to get out into the fresh air.
Even so, hang around too long and the inevitable happens. Mind you, a shower makes for a good photograph!