First Weekend of Spring

...and the town was bustling, hurrah!
Early in the morning, I passed by Half Moon Cottage. There was a man up a ladder between the cottage and the next house, and as I reached him, he was hauling a pair of white doved bodily off their nest. One of them fluttered across the alleyway and scrabbled against the opposite wall, as if it wanted to fly through the wall and on. The other landed close by - which would have been a death sentence in Islay's younger days. This time, she just ignored it (she knows her limitations). The man up the ladder was clearing the doves' nest out before they laid any eggs, and filling in the hole.
(Thinking back to the parishioners of St Mary's, this is definitely a town where doves are not welcome visitors!)

Later, the town was full of vintage cars. They were having some sort of rally on the school grounds. It may have been them who were wandering round with a quiz about Hay, too, looking for clues.

And finally, work has been done next to the two main bus stops in town to raise the kerbs to the level of the low floored buses, so wheelchairs and children's trolleys can get on and off easily.