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Wellied up and armed with a hip flask full of whiskey, @AnnaJCowen and I waded off once again over the weekend around Ferry Marsh. The barren stretch from West Quay, along the Colne banks and then back to the Wivenhoe Trail, is fast becoming our Sunday afternoon leisurely stroll of choice.

We were optimistic of finding some early signs of spring. Sadly all we encountered was much mud and skid marks – nope, not *that* sort, but a rather brave mountain biker who had attempted a Ferry Marsh mud spin.

But slowly, slowly, the landscape is changing. The fallen leaves of our last exploration are now buried a layer below. Buds are struggling to poke through the brambles. From small seeds grow…

Rowhedge on the opposite bank even had a late afternoon glint of gory in its eye.

Blimey.

The soft lens focus on the soft setting sun gave our neighbourly friends a Ready Brek glow. Wivenhoe meanwhile emerged illuminated, basking in the light as the sun disappeared somewhere on the other side of the Colne.

Not long now…