The crocuses were out in front of the church which, sadly, was locked.

There was a fine path ...


... and the mosquitos were doing their sun dance.

This clump of snowdrops was right by the church.

Elsewhere in the town I saw some scrap timber being dumped in the front garden of a house undergoing renovation. I asked if I could have it - help yourself was the reply. So Ally and Ben got a season's supply of kindling when I'd removed the nails, sawn it and chopped it up.
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