A rather desolate day on Port Meadow. The flooding means that the wader bush telegraph has been buzzing and there are clusters of small indeterminate birds pottering here and there, together with clouds of gulls and flocks of geese. Huge increase in general in the level of birdsong and on the river Great Crested Grebe are eyeing each other up poised for the spring courtship rituals.
From Port Meadow to Binsey chapel - small, dark (no electricity) and satisfyingly plain and serene.