There is a strange phenomenon in the sky - it is called 'the sun' and round here we had almost forgotten what it looked like after an Easter week-end of rain and snow and a bitter wind.
This morning, after a misty start, when snow was still lurking around, especially on the higher ground I can see from my window, suddenly the sun burst through, the temperature shot up and Spring emerged in a short burst before there was another sharp shower. Now the sun is out again and it is (dare I say it) warm. There is a mass of scillas out on my rockery and they are cheering me up no end.
Just friend C and I for coffee this morning but a nice chat over a cheese scone and a cafetiere of Italian coffee. And the world looked better for it. (and with things as they are at present around the world, anything which does this is an asset).
Tess and I had a warm, sunny walk around the estate to deliver a letter and now we are home again and time for a mid afternoon cuppa. Another one of Michael Portillo's Train Journeys around India this evening - something to really look forward to. Are you watching it?