A miserable morning enlightenend

A dank morning, wearing my rubber boots for the first time in months. Then as I headed up towards the downs, a pair of goldfinches rose from the sow thistle edging the field bean crop. That was good enough but then a flock of around thirty linnets came out of the hedge and whirled around, determined not to leave the area. A mistle thrush broke into song, followed soon afterwards by a yellow hammer and of a sudden, the world seemed much brighter.