This strange non-winter continues to confound expectations of how winters should be. With “mild” and “warm” the norm since before Christmas - the log pile hardly touched, the heavy woollies unworn - everything is rushing too early into spring. The fruit trees are all in blossom, and everyone is apprehensively aware that one late hail storm could destroy a crop. Today I passed a Judas Tree in gorgeous full flower; that reminded me that last year I photographed a similar one in bloom at Easter– a whole six weeks later.
Just now in Crete whilst out walking the dogs saw two (not together) Hoope.
That makes five of these I have seen in 8 years. One was in a field, usually kept cropped by sheep but no sheep there now and it was in the new growing grass. Second was on the crossbar of goalposts in a children's summertime holiday camp in the middle of Akrotiri
Warwick obviously has a reputation that I know nothing about.
If you want go to Anopolis / Aradena, there are plenty of trees with processionary caterpillars and nobody will mind how you drive (except the caterpillars I guess).