It was a busy day yesterday in the sunshine. All the flowers are popping out almost as you look at them. I did some digging on the allotment and - best of all - Jim and I moved a huge pile of wood. This was left over from the barn demolishing - and was at the bottom of the Fairy Hill. It took some doing but looks so much better now.
As dusk came, I went down to the orchard and lit a bonfire there. It had been there a long time and the contents were fairly dry, so it lit well and carried on burning well into the late evening. The embers glowed fiercely like a volcano's lava and the sky was as clear as I've seen it. I lay down on some left over newspapers and just savoured the moment. Jim brought me out a coffee and after a while, Buster joined me. He seemed to appreciate the special mood too and lay down a little way from me, in front of the glowing embers.
I watched the sky for a while and saw 2 satellites pass overhead - I could only just spot them moving eerily across the fairy lit sky. The only think missing was a shooting star but I didn't mind.
In the distance I could hear the lapwing calling - he always sings in the evening. I hope he stays in the area, it's the first time we've seen one here. He is performing his courtship routine, which involves flying fast, close to the ground, his wings making a 'thrumming' sound, like a low throbbing engine. Then he makes his well know 'pee-wit' cry and flies fast up in the air. It's amazing to watch.
I just wanted to share a rather magical moment with you all, just me, Buster, the warmth of the fire, the stars and the birds making a marvellous Spring soup of sounds and smells.