It was such a glorious day, sunny and warm (19°C/66°F) I decided to take my phone with me and go down to inspect the Caillou, the stream at the bottom of the ‘garden’. We’ve been on flood alert because the Garonne burst its banks in the section from our little town to where the Lot joins it a short distance upstream. I had Finbar with me and holding his lead as well as trying to take pics was not easy.
I managed to get most of the stationary objects despite lead-tug, but impossible to catch the lizards racing over the house walls, and the butterflies.
The grass around the house is full of tiny flowers like Speedwell.
The land slopes down to the stream and has got pretty boggy. The Lords and Ladies don’t seem to mind.
And the first Kingcups are opening.
This is the point where our land meets the neighbour’s and the Caillou goes under a farm track.
In the far bank there is a large hole. It isn’t manmade so it’s not a drain, and I don’t think it’s a spring because there is no current coming out of it. Whatever made it is a fair size and doesn’t mind swimming.
This is one of the old willows that we hope to have saved.
Many of the poplars along the bank are covered in ivy. Some are dead but the woodpeckers like them so for the moment we’re leaving them alone. This oak would probably appreciate having its ivy trimmed. I thought the deer were supposed to do that.
This is probably about as high as our little stream is going to get. There’s more rain forecast but not enough to make a difference to us.
Spring is already bubbling under. Unfortunately I can’t photograph the thrush’s song. It fills the whole valley.