From the ditches comes a chorus of courting frogs. The adults gather in the still waters in the gin clear water and the calls (not really croaks) can be heard if you wait quietly on a footbridge. The real business of mating takes place at night, but completion carries on sporadically all day.
The frogs have benefitted immensely from the closure of the Marsham crossroads. Their wanderings which involve many in the crossing of roads, including those at the lower end of the village, result in carnage on most years, but this year the traffic pressure is off. Should be a bumper year for tadpoles.