Has anyone heard the distinctive call of the cuckoo yet?
As a child and youngster it was always a treat to be the first to hear that call,we lived in the heart of the countryside and it was an annual visit,making us feel Spring had well and truly arrived with summer virtually “on our doorstep”
We then spent some 25 years living on the coast where sadly, we never once heard that call.
Although now back in the country for some 14 years we still have not had this joy.
Of course it has quite a journey to travel from Africa and due to our inhospitable winter perhaps it is going to be a late arriving this year.
Over the hill at 60? Why am I falling apart so soon?
Wordling away continued??? 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩