A little bit of sunshine and everyone seems happier. People smile as they pass each other, say hello, comment on the higher temperatures and nod in acknowledgement of this welcome change in the weather. It's probably only a matter of time before someone says "It's too hot" and we'll be forced to remind them that the North Koreans aren't the only ones with a reputation for having a short fuse. *Looks at Bea with a warning stare.*
Today we jumped on our bikes and cycled around Roxham and Ryston, stopping to see the neighbour's horse, admiring the daffodils and freewheeling down the slightest incline wind rushing through our hair and Bea shouting joyfully. The swans weren't on their nest near the riverbank so we headed back to sit in the garden, I KNOW, with a glass of something fizzy whilst watching Bea jump on the tramp. That's what she calls her trampoline; in no way do we encourage mistreatment of those without a fixed abode. Certainly no Iain Duncan Smith supporters here.
As the sun begins its descent, the washing continues to dry on the line and the fading light is streaming through the study window as I type this post, casting long shadows and warming the room without us having to switch on the heating. Glorious.
