By the middle of march, the water of the Severn was returning to more normal levels after the floods at the end of the previous month. Men were clearing up some of the flotsam which had been left behind on one of the mudbanks by the Bylet, and a collection of fallen trees had collected by the usual arch of the old bridge, with a beer barrel nestling in the branches.
As the weather warms, more and more insects show themselves. A ladybird suns itself on a leaf.
Magnolia flowers opening from the furry buds on a sunny morning, perhaps a little prematurely when further overnight frosts were still to come.
The lone heron which is sitting out the breeding season away from any heronry, spending a lot of time on the island of the upper pool at Perton. Whenever I visit, it seems to be standing hunched up, with its back pointing in whichever direction the cold wind is coming from.
Spring is definitely on the way when violets start flowering. This one was beside the Railway Walk at Finchfield.
Primroses, one of the first flowers on the woodland floor to come out and grab their place in the sun before the trees put out their leaves above and monopolise the life-giving sunlight. These were in Old Nursery Wood.