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Died and gone to heaven...

One of those delicious spring mornings, the moment you open the door the smell of new plants and sun on warm earth greets you. Making the most of the promising day we walked our new patch, up the hill behind the our new house and on a lovely lane along the ridge of the hill. We heard larks so high in the sky we couldn't see them, saw newly arrived chiff-chaffs and yellow hammers, and spotted my first sweet violet of the year. The haze came and went, the sun already high enough to feel warm.

Now I have a dilemma, we are nearly through packing up the last of our life at Walcot, so what do I call the new blog? Something to work on...