The melting snow....

has ensured that this ford is just too deep to paddle through dry shod. There was a bridge, but it was getting rickety and has been removed. I leapt across , but on return found a very convenient heap of old fencing posts, so utilised one to create a dry crossing.
On arrival on this lovely sunny morning, was serenaded by this beautiful Wheatear, sitting high in the birch. He flew away before I could get a better shot, but think he was joined by a second bird, the female I presume.
Outside all day again.