Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?

Not many signs of Spring at Leighton Moss RSPB Reserve today. However, the Bitterns left last night, the mallards have some ducklings, there are some great droopy red catkins around and the reeds were waving their feathery heads in the still rather wintery wind. As Keats knew, all seasons are there always if we only have the time to stop and stare. In the midst of life...
And then we arrive back at Merlewood to find at some point during today the momentous passing of Margaret Thatcher has occurred - in spite of everything - a woman for women, an inspiration to challenge this still male dominated world.