Cycling the gated road (no longer with gates and aka Calcroft Lane) from Broadwell to Clanfield, having crossed the Beeching-cut railway line over the steeply arced bridge, I searched for marsh marigolds.
None in the dried out ditches - brim full of water and plants last year. Only as I neared the end of the vast plain of the field to the south, Folly Hill far beyond, did I see the bright yellow. I fixed on it, getting closer, then stopped and took a picture. Not quite the only clump in the shallow clear water but the first sighted.
Feelings of hope.
Flowers brighter than usual, I fancied, leaves more plump.
Since, a week of work - the feet not touching the ground kind. Work still, yesterday. Now a couple of days off.
Shame about the predicted rain but at least there won't be a reason not to have a lie in!