Spring. 1st March. There is snow on the high tors of Dartmoor, and mountains of clouds are building up over the moor and coming our way. I know it is spring, only because it is March now, the first day, and because snowdrops and daffodils and primroses are everywhere. So it must be spring...
Michael Morpurgo has lived on Nethercott farm in Devon for more than 40 years. In Spring, he observes the changing season, as new shoots emerge and seeds are sown, lambs are born and blossom flowers overhead. We accompany him on walks, encounters with animals, and his local community. He reminiscences about childhood and springs gone by. This is a burst of springtime joy from one of the nation's best loved authors.
Michael Morpurgo has lived on Nethercott farm in Devon for more than 40 years. In Spring, he observes the changing season, as new shoots emerge and seeds are sown, lambs are born and blossom flowers overhead. We accompany him on walks, encounters with animals, and his local community. He reminiscences about childhood and springs gone by. This is a burst of springtime joy from one of the nation's best loved authors.