What a wonderful thing it is to live in England in spring. This is not meant to be some form of jingoistic statement but rather a reflection of just how the weather changes so quickly on these damp and green islands of off the coast of Europe – perhaps that explains so much about our love/hate relationship with our nearest neighbours.
On Tuesday I was at a rather grey and damp Chatsworth – not quite raining but a dampness in the air. Two days later all that is gone and I was in south Warwickshire dashing for cover under a unremitting sun.
Sometimes we have to be reminded just how lucky we are.