It was so cold last night I took to standing next to a hot oven with the door open. Not the most economical way to cook tea but the warmest.
It rained through the night and into this morning. After a morning spent lozzing around the house we were eager to get out, so we headed to the park after lunch. Old Father Gloom must have sensed our arrival as he cleared off taking his angry looking clouds with him. The high wind blew in bright white fluffy clouds and the sun’s rays shone through the gaps, when the wind dropped it felt like Spring.
After a few grey days it was refreshing to see some colour. The pink froth of blossom on the trees and the vibrant red and yellow of the tulips.
I grew up in the north-west of England, leaving for London and later the south coast…
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