Early May settles gently across Somerset, the landscape opening into fuller light as hedgerows froth and fields deepen. Out on site, the countryside feels awake in that unmistakable Beltane way; green, generous, and breathing easily. These are the small, quiet moments that shape this time of year, noticed in passing as the season leans into its brightness.

There’s a particular stillness that settles over the South West at the Spring Equinox - a hush threaded with promise, a soft brightening at the edges of the day. Out in the fields, primroses glow, skylarks rise, and the land begins to wake. Surveying becomes a gentle companionship with the earth, a chance to witness the moment light returns.

As Imbolc arrives, the South West stirs toward spring. Even with Somerset still holding the memory of floodwater, there’s a hush on the land: snowdrops brightening stone walls, skylarks testing their voices, and the soft click of a prism finding its laser again. Surveying becomes a gentle act of listening - the earth offering its first whisper of renewal.