He seemed to be enjoying the view but a few minutes later I found that he was following us along the lane, exploring the hedgerow as he rushed to keep up with us.
The leaves are off of the trees and bushes now except for moss and ivy. He looked like he was having a wonderful time climbing among the bare twigs and moss-covered rocks.
He’s a house faery really and I was surprised to see him outside. He was obviously content with a short adventure because he came home with us but insisted on sitting on the bird table for a few minutes, communing with the bluetits.
I think they must be very gossipy birds -but I may be doing them an injustice. Anyway, the little fellow is back indoors, resting in the fruit bowl with the plums before he joins his companions again. At least he’ll have something to tell them.