This morning's sky reminded me of a syllabub, that olde English dessert which separates into its component parts once it has been made.
There was a thick blue horizon which then shaded with a violet tinge, all the while losing its intensity of colour.
It grayed out until it hit the sky proper, a brilliant daylight blue which betrayed exactly how many airplanes fly over this part of the world, the frosty air capturing their vapour trails high up in the sky, forming long battalions of imitation clouds.
There was not much in the way of birdlife. Pheasants seem to be sensing that spring is around the corner and I saw cock birds starting to round up little feathered harems.
A couple of moorhens were sauntering through the winter wheat near to Great Altcar Parish Church.
It might seem cold outside first thing but the effectiveness of the early morning sun, thin though it may be, was demonstrated along Broad Lane. Fields of tussocky grassy on one side still held the frost while the short shoots in the field opposite were clear.
Music on the moss: It's Lent, so we've given up rock n roll for the time being. Instead we travel with John Taverner and the Tallis Scholars' performance of his Great Ode of St Andrew of Crete. Lovely music, seasonly solemn and with a message for all of us.

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