One of the things I’m enjoying most about this strange time is being able to amble down the middle of quiet streets that would normally be busy with noisy traffic. Why do most people remain on the pavements?
Most afternoons I make my way over to Daubuz Moors, a small nature reserve under the railway viaduct on the banks of the River Allen very near where I live.
Each day, I have been watching the same hawthorn branches slowly bud, burst into spectacular white blossom then turn vivid green. Cornwall is being transformed from a long wet winter to a dry, sunny spring and as ever it’s magical.
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