Country Diary
The seasons are a changing. Only the wisest of pheasants remain to strut with vigour, barren hedgerows protect the snowdrops at their feet and, on a bright day, it is just possible to fool yourself that the sun’s rays contain some warmth.
In idle moments my thoughts flit to newborn lambs in the paddock and those cherished early hatches of Grannom or falls of hawthorn on the
