Wiltshire in Pictures: Blossom, giraffes and Easter celebrations
Blooming marvellous: Visitors at Lydiard Park's Walled Garden have been greeted with an array of spring colours following a donation by the park's friends' group.Along with a vibrant crop of daffodils, the money has also gone into planting tulips, hyacinths and narcissi.
Picture perfect: It's not just daffodils and tulips that are in bloom. Magnolias are out across the county including in Lacock, as captured by our weather watcher Robin.
Inflatable fun: Easter is still a week away but that has not stopped this Swindon resident from putting up a massive inflatable display in their front garden.The playful display is not merely for show as it is also raising money for Sands, the infant loss charity.
Proper Brew: The Wyndham Arms in Salisbury has been voted Salisbury City Pub of the Year by the local branch of Campaign for Real Ale (Camra) .Cellarman Dave Barton (left of centre) and pub manager Lisa Saberton (right of centre) were presented with their certificate by local Camra representatives Keith Foster (left) and Chris White (right).
New sheriff in town: Martin Nye has been sworn in as the county's new High Sheriff, taking over from Dr Olivia Chapple.He has chosen food as his theme for the year and lives on a farm in Foxham near Chippenham with his wife Victoria, who breeds shorthorn cattle.
Heads above the rest: The warmer temperatures mean it is not just flowers that are coming out to play.Longleat's giraffes have been released into the site's East African Reserve after spending the winter indoors for their own safety, joining the estate's resident zebra and ostrich herds outdoors.
Off to the races: Wiltshire and Bath Air Ambulance had announced a new partnership with Bath racecourse.The tie-up reflects the charity's rebranding last year to include the city, with a charity race day due to be held on 16 July.
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