First peacock I’ve seen this year. Mid-morning on a sunny day, with the butterfly warming itself as it stood on the ground in a grassy area of Barley Field. The forest of stalks from last year’s grasses meant these were the clearest views I could get.
Sycamore leaf buds when they were still tightly wrapped closed. Although the twig was well up the tree, I was looking at it on a level from a canal bridge.