Spring popped in for a short visit at 2 o'clock this afternoon. She didn't stay long because a dark cloud sent her scurrying away, but while she was there the blackbirds, the blue tits, the great tits and (of course) the inevitable robin sang their little heads off.
The cascade of snowdrops down the rockery in my son's front garden could almost be seen opening up to the sun and it was warm enough for my daughter in law and I to walk up the Lane for about two hundred yards and back, accompanied by Sinbad, their three-legged cat who rarely strays from home but felt Spring too and so came along for the walk.
Tomorrow more wet and windy weather with heavy rain in the South West particularly - and I am sure they don't want any more down there. It was good to see Prince Charles down there in his wellies, walking in the water and chatting to the residents of the Somerset levels and really getting amongst them - very different from the Environment Minister last week who didn't even bother to get his wellies out of his ministerial car (even assuming he had bothered to bring them).