Spring...

Really?
Woke up to blue skies and told "Biggles" the weather forecast must have been wrong last night so evening gliding should be on, so to remember to pack his flying bag.
By 10am, it was FREEZING cold, blowing a hoolie and icy rain was arriving in waves...
A day of trying to tidy and sort the house made for a very boring time of it, particularly as I would actually rather have been studying (yes, really!).
And so the day went on.
Only light relief was Niamh being presented with her gymnastics certificates and a very wet and wild visit to meet a pair of lambs...born from a 14 year old ewe!
And Biggles didn't fly!