A walk by the swiftly flowing river, with a cold wind wrapping around us, our granddaughter in law and great grandson for company. The wintry bare brown earth is being changed by the green of fresh wild plants and flowers pushing their way through. Hazel and alder catkins were much in evidence and blowing back and forth in the wind.
Best of all we watched a weasel on the edge of the field bordering the other side of the path. These creatures are such fun to watch, they are so lithe and their movements so quick. Seeing us he stood still for a few seconds, then in a trice he was off across the path directly in front of us and down the river bank. Here he spent a few minutes playing hide and seek with us, his pretty little face peeping out first from one side and then the other at the base of an alder tree, before he jauntily sped off along the river bank before disappearing down a hole.
It was turning colder and by now the wind felt not only wrapped around us but also as though it had insinuated itself into our very bones and turning we headed for home.
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