The First of March. A glorious, crisp, blue-sky day, so I abandoned my plans for the morning and headed up on to the moor.
I couldn't believe it: Nature had decided that Spring was on us already. I spotted my first March hare, male skylarks were singing their hearts out high in the sky, and I heard my first curlew calling across the moors.
It'll be snowing within a week, mark my words.
Postscript: It snowed briefly two days later. Then came a heavy hail-storm. It's not quite Spring yet, despite appearances to the contrary!