A walk (or rather a squidge) on the marshes by Théhillac.
Hard to believe as I’m warmed by the sun and enchanted by lark songs, as just over a week ago we had snow here.
Winter still rules here, in it’s mild Brittany way, it’s powers seem to be ebbing while the new Spring struggles to spring into the landscape.
There’s been no shortage of rain, so the land, air and breeze feel gloriously fresh.
Time for exercise, to get the circulation moving and some winter blubber off.
Good light for painting too.
