
On Sunday, met up with C. and her friend, and the two dogs, and headed up onto the Purbeck Hills in the cold March wind and the warm March sunshine. One of those days when half the time your coat is zipped right up, and half the time your coat is tied around your waist.

From the top of Challow Hill, a descent through the hillside woods, the path already lined with leaves of dog's mercury and wild garlic. And then through very soggy fields, where the hedges are full of cherry plum, and white with blossom.
Then another climb back up through the woods, with the primroses coming into flower.



Back along the hilltop, with the gorse flowering and the skylarks singing. Poole Harbour very blue in the distance.