But the first warm days also bring out the first of the street drinkers. Not the regulars, either; they know that the February wind is too bitter to mess with and tuck themselves away out of it, as much as they can. But the randoms and newbies roll out into the weak sunshine and blunder around, looking for someone to collapse into, numb with cold and drinks they shouldn't have been sold. You don't want to walk past that on a tow-path.
In the good news column, though, is the return of the young swans who got in trouble when the Thames iced over. They're back, fat and feisty. That, and everything that can sing is singing:
If you can't see the audioboo player there (seems to be cranky) here is a link to birdsong on the tow-path; and here are some lilac buds bursting and a squirrel face-off.