An evil, freezing wind blew from the wastes of Siberia the whole time apart from about three hours. The trees sulked in winter mode, buds tightly packed away and the swimwear/BBQ section in Tesco's looked even more desperate than usual.
Here is a quote from the met office about the wind:
Do not prepare yourself for there is nothing you can do. It will howl at you until you say ‘no’ and ‘yes’ in the same desperate, elated breath.
I'm still reeling from the overload of colour here: different new fresh greens, not just bramble green and sodden grass green - blossom, wild flowers, velvet blue irises and screeching yellow forsythia.
Here is a most lovely shed, that I photographed during a rare and treasured sunny interval. I suppose a sub category for sheds would be good as they are so fascinating, but they are buildings . . .
Next time, I'll ask if I can look inside it as I know the owners are friendly. They have a superb collection of Acer trees and Maples hidden away under the towering beech and pine trees; on a previous visit, we bought a delicate red leafed Acer and planted it in the homes grounds in honour of Mum's birthday.