Sat February 1st
Mad March wind, in the tree tops and all points below. Blustery sunshine. Ridiculously mild (13C) but with a wind chill off the W wind.
Bookham Common, Leatherhead. 20 mins around 2pm. In which I called in at Mark Oak on route to giving a talk to the Friends of Box Hill, at Mickleham Village Hall, and realised I’d underestimated how much I love this place. How warmly it welcomed me. It wrapped its arms around me. Leaving was difficult. A carpet of celandine leaves. Honeysuckle tangles greening well. Mistle thrush and great tit in song. Mud.