One swallow …

… or even two, does not make a summer. There did, however, seem to be some arrivals. I had seen them earlier this morning when we went to Talkin Tarn Country Park for parkrun. There were quite a few swooping around over the water. Always nice to see them back.

It’s been a damp drizzly day, but fortunately our parkrun was not as wet as I had feared since it had sounded fairly heavy before we got up. It was good to do another bit of parkrun tourism and we thoroughly enjoyed the more challenging route by the lake and through the trails in the woods. A very friendly bunch of people too, plus a decent coffee and bacon roll in the cafe afterwards.

The extra shows the meeting place before the start of the run.