Chiffchaffs were singing and a Kestrel perched atop one of the Sycamores surveying the scene.
Butterflies were on the wing, with six in sight at one time - Comma, Small Tortoiseshell, Peacock and Brimstone all battled in the sunny ride which we cut through in the cold, wet months.
There were at least two male Brimstones and one female flying up and down the path, but giving no chance for a picture. I've no idea where their food plant Buckthorn is.