Merest Blush of Pink

The double barrelled cherry blossom is outnow. It's so luxuriant that it puts me in mind of a feather mattress.

My cousin in Loughborough told me yesterday that the cygnets at Stonebow had started hatching on Sunday. Which meant that we all trooped down there to see if we could find them. Len dropped me off just past Morrisons and Baz and I started walking to the BlackBrook.

We met a couple who had been taking photos. They told me that the cygnets were all out on the water. Except that when Baz and I got to the pond, they'd all scarpered and were presumably comfy beneath their Mum who was having a well deserved kip on her throne of a nest.

This means that you have a photo of blossom today instead of cygnets.