Spring Morning

Glorious spring morning here at Bron-y-Graig so I was out taking photos while the guests ate breakfast.  There's something about the light reflected by a sprinkling of snow which attracts me.   The sun was still low and casting the shadow of the twisted oak on to the house.

As I walked all round the garden I heard a woodpecker in the quarry, saw a tatty collared dove sorting out her plumage on the old pear tree and scared the heck out of the pheasant pair who were rummaging about on the billiard room lawn. 

Since we removed the ash trees last summer the sun can reach into the quarry and it will be interesting to see how this changes what happens there.