There’s a particular kind of 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 beneath your feet. Surveying becomes a quiet companionship with the earth, a chance to witness the moment the world leans back toward the light.

As Imbolc arrives, the South West begins its slow, shimmering shift toward spring. Out on the land — even with Somerset still holding the memory of floodwater — there’s a quiet magic in the air: snowdrops nodding beside stone walls, skylarks testing their voices, and the soft click of a prism finding its laser again. Surveying at this time of year becomes an act of listening, of noticing the earth’s first whisper of renewal.