14 March 2015 –
I am a little out-of-area today. I find myself on the Paisley side of the border and spot a path beyond a fence. I can’t resist. Days are lengthening and Coltsfoot, always the first thing to cheer-up a patch of abandoned ground, is just beginning to bloom. It is still cold. The light is mixed, quite bright to the west but darker to the east. Along the Hawkhead Burn there are a number of wizened, moss-covered trees, and it looks like the banks will be lost beneath a wash of Bluebells quite soon. As I return towards the car, a low Coltsfoot-coloured sun breaks free.
