The length of daylight by early March is just enough to allow for a post school rest and squeeze in an hour somewhere before tea. I spent much of my childhood outside, as I think did most kids my age. I may not say the words but on sunny, warming days I get get the "Mam can a gan oot to play" feeling.
We're lucky in having many nooks and crannies just a few minutes away, yesterday we spent the post-school rest hour in one of them. We didn't see much in the way of birds, not the hoped for Kingfisher or any returning Grey Wagtail but there is no rush, not when it feels like this.