A few days ago, it was late afternoon, I was walking through Hall Place in Spalding towards WH Smith, when I heard the unmistakable sound of a blackbird singing.
It was perched in the small tree that is by the circle of raised flowerbeds and the benches.
There in the gathering dusk of a winter’s afternoon, with people going about their business, a blackbird blessed us with its delightful song.
I wonder if anyone else heard it?
Dennis Ottaway
Spalding