Life in lockdown is tough. Sometimes I sit by my window, inhale the sweet Spring air. And, I long to be sat on a train, hurtling through countryside – sunlight filtering through a grimy window and warming my face. Fields of yellow rushing by, music pumping through my headphones. An iced coffee on the table in front of me, a backpack filled with snacks and my trusty Nikon. I want to feel the excitement of the final platform – knowing that adventure awaits. Lockdown may stunt the adventures and stilt the hope but though our time outside is limited, it cannot take away the beauty of the season.

March 23rd was the last walk I took around the marshes, camera in hand and a bag full of mealworms. The sun was shining and the birds were singing and although I’d spent a week in isolation I felt positive, because I had a slice of peace in my walks. I didn’t realise then that it’d be the last walk I took around the marshes for weeks but sadly, it closed its gates the very next day.

I took some of my all-time favourite photos at the marshes that day. Photos of robins singing in the sunlight. When I feel sad I try to remember what it feels like to be walking through the marshes. Sunlight rippled on the pathway. The sound of birds chirruping. The weight of a robin on my palm. I feel so lucky that I got the time I did, to meet the birds I met. To take the photos I took. To feel the sun against my face.





Now we take our walks over the backfields. Soaking up all that Spring has to offer, my camera always in tow. Spring alongside Autumn is my favourite season. For me it signals new beginnings and fresh starts. As the trees blossom they remind me that beauty comes after a cold winter. That flowers bloom where bare branches once scraped at the sky.




And with the blossom comes the blooms. Daffodils. Crocuses. Tulips. And oh so many wildflowers bringing colour and life to the landscape. I try to look for the flowers wherever I go and I always stop to photograph them. Flowers are fleeting – before long the Summer sun dries up the soil and they wilt away in to nothing. But a photograph is a reminder that they existed – and even if something beautiful doesn’t last forever, it is important to appreciate that it ever was at all.





With flowers come butterflies and I have never met a butterfly I didn’t like. On our walks we see all kinds of varieties but my favourite is the Peacock butterfly for its beautiful wings and the way they float like confetti against blue sky. I’m thankful for every creature – big or small – I get to encounter on my walks. From the lazy buzz of a bee hidden in a gorse bush to the fleeting flicker of a rabbits cotton tail as it darts off the pathway -every glimpse of life brings me joy.



Though I desperately wish I could venture further and see more of nature, I am thankful for those small, quiet moments that bring me peace in otherwise uncertain times. Spring continues to remind me that life is beautiful.



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