Back on the urban ranch

I’ve been so cold for so long this year in the UK. Indeed, ever since last October I have barely felt the rays of the warm sun on my back. This is mid May and it really does look and feel like March. Today was relatively dull with a quite fresh wind blowing.

Wednesday was even worse. I got to The Scrubs at 6am to witness the trees almost doubling over due to the strong winds. All of this occurred under a cold grey sky. I didn’t even get out of the car. I sat there for a few minutes, convincing myself that there were no migrants to be found and that a warm bed was a better option.

It was.