The squeezed middle (05/04/2013)


Drifted snow and loose, sandy soil is a recipe for an unholy mess. It will get worse before it gets better!

Mostly our weather locally seems to be westerly in character; the prevailing wind blows generally from the south west, very few days are totally free of cloud and whatever mid/south Wales has been getting… well we get what’s left over. The latter part of this winter has bucked that trend and the south and west midlands seem to have become a far-flung outlier of the north-east; colder, drier, and with a biting wind carrying hints of Scandinavia and the Baltic. 


We’d come to the local hills to check on the bluebells. It’s a few weeks yet before they’ll reach their best  (whatever that might mean) but by now there should be clues as to what we can expect. After the bonanza years of 2010 and 2011, last year was a disappointing, muted showing; slow to emerge, tentative and stunted, the display unconvincing and all too brief. 


Worcestershire Beacon and North Hill – some 25 miles distant and three hundred odd feet higher – are hazy but clearly holding snow on their northerly aspects. I know from experience that the summit ridge of the Malverns can be a bitingly cold place in an easterly.

In this most delayed of springs, the signs are not so encouraging; perhaps unsurprising when clusters of snowdrops still retain their fading flowers into April and the garden Forsythia is a solid month behind schedule. The hills still hold snow – plenty of it – well below the thousand foot mark, with only the southerly aspects becoming substantially clear. The new camera has so far spent most of its time tripod-mounted and pointing at the tree outside the kitchen window. This winter we appear to have both long-tailed tits and siskins as residents, rather than occasional passers-by. I did however stumble across a kingfisher while out walking and managed to get a couple of shots, despite its reluctance to sit and pose…


Not pin-sharp, but focussing time was strictly limited.