It felt as if spring had arrived at long last! Certainly, the St Mark’s Flies, dancing in their thousands over the Gorse, seemed to have thought so. Tiny silvery spikelets of Early Hair-grass studded the short turf – the rabbits had been busy! Here and there the pale pinky- purple flowers of Sand Spurrey were emerging and flashes of crimson showed where Mossy Stonecrop stood out against the sandy ground. Strange-shaped mounds of green, fashioned by the Bagot Goats, nestled among the taller ‘blasted heath’ of Gorse. But even here some bright red tufts of Dodder were beginning to sprout, having overwintered as ‘buds’, high up in their canopy. In the far distance a Cuckoo called.