We will remember 5 March. The sun shone brightly throughout the day and the temperature rocketed to a giddy 15°C. Had Spring sprung? Had the new season begun a little prematurely? Nature seemed to think so.
In the field across the lane the first lambs of the year appeared.
Some basked lazily in the sunshine.
Another shared a meal with two friends.
In the garden there seemed to be an explosion of colour.
But, as I write, it is now 6 March. Today is cold and dull with rain threatening. The crocuses have refused to open. Normal service has been resumed!
Was that it? Was that Spring?