March 10 at 5.30pm

Before the Spring forward it would have been 4.30pm and I had, all to myself, a quiet countryside in the still light. It was an undeserved bestowal as I was going out just to get a breath of fresh and not in appreciation. That quiet blue sky, glossy mud underfoot and the last bit of sun was bestirring. But there were no crows to caw with and so I shook hands with a fir on the driveway.