Sunday 19 April
Really fierce hayfever today; one of the downsides (the only one?!) of having a warm and dry spring is that the trees and shrubs have a flowering field-day and the blustering winds whip the pollen around like an invisible dust storm.
Sitting in the back garden (probably unwise re the above) I am conscious of how the wind surges wash through the budding branches of the trees causing them to arch and strain.
They take it in turn to curl over at the tips like waves breaking and spraying as they head towards land and then provide a whoosh of sound as they scamper up the shore.
To add to the confusion a couple of gulls craw above like they also got caught in the lockdown whilst taking a trip in land and finding they cannot return home until all of this has blown over.
Meanwhile the criticism is gathering of the government and of Boris Johnson specifically with the Sunday Times saying he has lost interest in the job like a child does when he becomes bored with a new toy; and that the government just did not take the virus threat seriously enough at the beginning.
The Bald Birder 