Along the path we came upon a Goldfinch that was far from happy to fly away from us. It just sat on the mud looking at us quizzically. Eventually it flew up on to the fence but was soon back in the mud.
At one of the farms there was a super grey cockerel. He had a little flock of black hens to shepherd around.
Up here in the dale it was lambing time and as you can see the lambs were only a few days old. One of them couldn't decide whether the daffodils were for smelling or whether they were for eating. Another had decided that the grass was too cold and wet so it was standing on mother's back to keep warm.
We had started in dull cloudy weather but as the afternoon progressed the sun came out and Farndale was at its spring best. The horses looked as though they wanted to be out of the stable and having a gallop.
In one of the cottage gardens there were some nice cultivated daffodils, easy to tell apart from the wild ones because they are so much bigger without the added help of the fancy doubles.
Walking back from Low Mill over Harland Moor to Lowna.
Finally back to the pub for a meal and a fancy pudding, The Royal Oak at Gillamor.