At last the blackthorn is flowering in perfusion in the hedgerows, although it is not quite as abundant has it has been in recent years, thanks I think, to recent cool weather. It’s been an odd sort of spring, alternating between unseasonably warm, and what feels unseasonably cold, although the meteorological folk assure us that the “cold” days are merely the temperature returning to normal for the time of year. A couple of days ago was so warm that I almost made the decision to expose my legs to the world (or should that be expose the world to my legs?) by cycling in shorts for the first time this season, but a change of mind meant that the world got spared a view of my lily white calves, and I got spared comments from my colleagues that my legs reminded them to buy some chicken for dinner. Yesterday I had to wrap up in a fleece to stand on draughty train platforms on a work trip to Birmingham. I wish the weather would make its mind up.
