Several ospreys have returned from Africa to spend their summer breeding season here. And four house martins made it back too. At a nearby oak wood, the bluebells are out but three weeks later than last year. So the birds must have thought that they had migrated too soon when they flew over the deep snow still clinging onto the hill tops.
The old proverb, "Never cast a cloot, til May is oot!" is meteorologically correct, but right now, just sounds annoying. Never mind. There's always a log fire to light, a smoky whisky to lubricate the stiff joints & a deep chair to sink in to while browsing these atmospheric images of Scotland. Could be worse !
Failte gu Alba.