We've been to the bog again. It's like visiting an alien land with all its water and tufty grass.
Mr CK can't resist a photo hoping for a new creation of Escher's Three Worlds lithograph but there's no wildlife to be seen in the water. The reflections of the world above deepen the pools and the footpaths are muddy again.
The gorse is out, bright yellow competition for the daffodils in the garden, glorious against the blue sky.