Dull, still, quiet day with nothing happening weather-wise. On our after lunch walk round the estate a short while ago the air was full of the sounds of birds twittering - sparrows, pigeons, rooks and black birds mainly - and it made me think of Spring. Yes, I know, far too early to go down that road. In the field the awful mud had dried up and everywhere was looking good.
Then I met a woman coming the other way and for a moment we stopped to chat. I remarked on what a pleasant day it was. She replied that she thought it was just the kind of day that promised snow this time of the year. Couldn't help thinking on the rest of my walk that this more or less summed up the two extremes of thinking about everything at present - not least Brexit. I shall continue to think it is a 'nice day' until somebody
produces an umbrella.