It is one of the definitive points of the year for me – the most distinctive sound of, well, not quite spring, but pre-spring. A moment from which there is no turning back, on the path to spring, but not quite spring. It usually comes in February or March, and if March then in very early March.
It is the moment I first hear the mating call of the male frogs, or as I privately call it, frog-off. This year I heard it for the first time last night – 11 April. that is about a month late. Still, it is a happy sound, a positive sound. It is the most joyful of sounds.