Er, blossom tree, with blossom

The morning's walk well timed, the woods delightfully empty. Bird song, wind low, glimpses of yellow whin in the distance, between the trees. A cuckoo. That **** murdering cuckoo! Yes, I know, it's part of nature and we can't be judgemental. But if you were Mr and Mrs Dunnock with your brood usurped, you might feel differently.

Did you know that cuckoos in Scotland and Wales are thriving, but in England are in great decline? it's because the English cuckoos persist in migrating for the winter to Central Africa by a silly route, and many perish. Scottish and Welsh cuckoos on the other hand, being of independent mind, go by a safer route, and live to cuckoo the tale. It could almost be a metaphor for something or other.

When I got back into Cromarty I thought I'd better catch a blip. So here's a blossom tree with blossom on it. Blossoming.