And we're off

What a delight it is to see a river for the first time after a winter. To catch a first glimpse of the babbling waters of an old friend through branches just beginning to bud green, and assess in that expectant glance not only the turmoil of the winter-past but auguries of the season to come. I've never seen my secret Sussex stream looking so good, with almost a dash of chalkstream about it. It…