Willows are always the last trees to lose their leaves and the first to come into leaf – and here they are, down by the Men’s Swimming Pond, blowing around on a vigorously windy day.
Meanwhile, walking through the wood, the brambles are revving up for an energetic spring colonising the undergrowth.
A bit further on single primrose was strutting its stuff. How did it get there? Usually they are very sociable creatures and grow in communities so this guy must be feeling rather lonely.
Meanwhile the blossom (hawthorn? too early surely?) looks so pretty and delicate.
By the pond at the bottom of my walk down to the heath the celandines as just starting to break cover – a carpet of yellow very soon.