I was in Hayle this morning and managed this time to find a parking spot to get the photo I’ve been trying to take for ever! There are half a dozen of these along the way.
I drove to Godrevy after my appointment in Hayle. It was a grey day but the beach still looked amazing.
What a lovely chirpy poem this is!
Spring (Again) – Michael Ryan
The birds were louder this morning,
raucous, oblivious, tweeting their teensy bird-brains out.
It scared me, until I remembered it’s Spring.
How do they know it? A stupid question.
Thank you, birdies. I had forgotten how promise feels.