The first wheatears have arrived at the end of Ormsaigbeg, the males very busy chasing each other as they stake out their territories. We've also heard a willow warbler in the coppice below the house, his lovely descending call very tentative, as if he still has to recover from his gruelling journey from Africa.
On the flat land just in front of the Twin's House, and nowhere else, there's a carpet of common field speedwell and....
....along the rocky shoreline below the house, within inches of the winter high tide mark, the very first thrift is coming into flower.
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