Well one at least. I heard, then saw one this morning at about 7.20am as I was returning to the car with Mrs BW, the Munch and Lilly our Border Collie pup (more later). I was excited and so was Lilly but maybe not at that moment for the same reason. Well of course I had been excited with Lilly as it was her first time out after the inoculations, but just at that moment when I heard the curlew, I sort of felt all tingly, as if the world was suddenly an okay sort of place again. The curlew looked as if it had been flying for a long time and it called mournfully as it flew overhead and then dropped into Wildsmoorstone. Its the first sign that Winter is moving away. I got home and bumped into the Weasel who had decided that staying in bed for that little bit longer was a better idea than traipsing round the Goyt. “Hey guess what I saw…A curlew, its the first one of the year, isn’t that exciting!” Of course I knew as I said it that my enthusiasm was going to fall on stony ground. She looked at me. “There’s something wrong with you dad, you’re sad” and of course she is right,I probably am. Anyway Mrs BW and Lilly were interested.