Burgeoning Spring; a film star’s wedding; can Jane land a job?; Bill Goater; a life’s ambition fulfilled; more despoilation of the countryside, but Nightingales still hang on – for now.
It’s Spring 1956, and Gran is enjoying the first Cuckoos, nesting Blackbirds, and news of a Willow Warbler singing at Baddesley. Daffodils, Violets and Primroses are up, and Tortoiseshell and Brimstone butterflies are on the wing. Indeed, on April 9th:
Jane counted thirty-three Brimstones between Otterbourne and Winchester when she went to Winchester shopping. Both she and I have lost our hibernating Tortoiseshells today and our bedrooms seem quite empty without them! There was a Slow-worm in the garden, enjoying the warm sunshine in the shelter of the Heather.