Mint sauce, anyone?

There may be moths later today, after the recent shortage. I was woken by rain and so went out early to switch off the trap (Mr and Mrs Robinson's rain shield is simple in the extreme but extraordinarily effective). It was too dark to examine the eggboxes and take photos, so please be patient.

In the meanwhile, here are Martin's Lambs and Martin's Ducklings. Lovely what you find in Wharfedale on an April day. We did the circular walk between Burnsall and Thorpe, famed hamlet of maypole-stealers, passing the suspension bridge and stepping stones just after Postman's Steps.

The sheep with the yellow bucket on its head alarmed other townies out on the same walk and we promised to check with the chairman of Burnsall parish council who was manning Katie's tea cabin in Burnsall car park. Not to worry, he said, obviously used to such tender but unnecessary concern. "The farmers go out every hour so to check at lambing time."