The higher up the hill you go, the longer it takes for spring to catch on,
In the shelter of the valleys wood anemones and violets are in flowers, on the edge of the moors above the Goyt Valley things are a little more conservative, the grass is still a bleached bone white, this years bracken has yet to force through last years residual thatch
and the burnt heather hasn’t yet greened up.
(Mind you, this was the Goyt Valley on April the 6th 2008, so I can’t blame nature for showing a little caution)
lower down the valley the trees are flushing green, they are stealing a march on the grass, the clour of which is shown here ‘straight out of the camera’, it is this white.