On the moor the willows are in bud and the river Bulbourne is flowing fast. A couple of retrievers, excited by the wind and the water, play a game of chase.
The hedgerows are bright with new leaves and dotted with frothy white blossom.
The first cowslips and oxslips of the year are just coming into bloom.
In a few weeks the field will be covered in light yellow, but for now we have to search them out.
Violets have a very special colour, not blue, not purple. I search for them in the woods, but there they are in clumps in the middle of the common.
The town looks far away through a gap in the trees.
We climb over the stile onto the track across the bypass.
Across the bridge, primroses light up the banks beside the track, and trees blossom.
We turn back down towards the station, listening to the exuberant birdsong but rarely seeing the singers.