Springs Kinda Sprung: The Birds are Shagging like it's Going Out of Fashion!

Alright, reyt, reyt! Spring's finally decided to show its face, peeking through the clouds like a shy bairn at a school disco. The trees are chucking off their winter woolies, revealing a right green shindig under the sun. You can practically hear the chlorophyll lapping it up like a cat at a milk saucer. 

The birds, oh the birds! They're having a right knees-up in the branches, chirping away like they've all won the lottery. Don't be fooled by their sweet melodies, mind. They're actually busy with the bird equivalent of speed dating, shagging like it's going out of fashion. Nests are being built, twigs are being snapped, and there's more flapping and squawking than a Morris dancers' convention.

Alright, hold your horses. I know Spring officially starts in March, but we can dream, can't we? I know all too well that this could be a cunning trap. This sun could be a wolf in sheep's clothing, luring us into a false sense of security before unleashing a blizzard that'd make the Abominable Snowman reconsider his career choice. So, embrace the sunshine, folks, but don't get too attached.

March 20th is the big day, the equinox, when the days finally outlast the nights. No more fumbling in the dark for your keys, no more feeling like you've lived through an entire season in the time it takes you to walk to the shops. 

But hey, even a day of sunshine is a cause for celebration up here. We'll take what we can get, and make the most of it. So, get your walking boots on, chuck a flask of tea in your bag (essential, even in spring), and get out there! You might even see me on the cyclepath towards Whitehaven, dodging the amorous pigeons and trying not to get tangled in the blossom. Just don't expect me to be too graceful on two wheels – I'm more of a walker, if you know what I mean.

Get out there, soak up the sun, listen to the birdsong (ignoring the occasional squabble over territory, of course). But keep your walking boots handy and your waterproofs within arm's reach. Because let's be honest, this is Cumbria. Spring might be knocking on the door, but winter's probably just nipping at its heels, ready to remind us who's really in charge.

Let's hope the sun sticks around longer than a gnat's eyebrows!

Coast to Coast Cycle Path, Whitehaven


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