We will remember 5 March. The sun shone brightly throughout the day and the temperature rocketed to a giddy 15°C. Had Spring sprung? Had the new season begun a little prematurely? Nature seemed to think so.
In the field across the lane the first lambs of the year appeared.
Some basked lazily in the sunshine.
Another shared a meal with two friends.
In the garden there seemed to be an explosion of colour.
But, as I write, it is now 6 March. Today is cold and dull with rain threatening. The crocuses have refused to open. Normal service has been resumed!
Was that it? Was that Spring?
Four days ago the first lambs of the year were born in our village. There have been earlier arrivals in other parts of the country, but these were the first in our village. The sight of the lambs invariably puts a smile on faces – the promise of Spring and new life. For the sheep farmer the lambing season is often a period of little sleep sometimes accompanied by a degree of anxiety. This year the anxiety is caused by the fear of a deadly disease being carried by midges. It is not possible to know where it will strike next.
Frolicking is tiring work. The lambs enjoy a siesta, basking in the unseasonal warmth of the sun.
Life can be hazardous for the new born. In this photo farmer John is removing a thorn from the foot of a two day old lamb.