Fence

This one is my favourite. I drove past it for three years, wishing there was somewhere safe to stop. For the last 14 months I've been cycling past it, meaning to stop. Today was the day. There are no snowdrops here yet. Soon I hope.

It was such a beautiful day today. It wasn't just the smell of spring in the air and cycling without freezing or being drenched. Jolly interactions with chums; playing Blink with the boys; finishing off old jobs (the last duvet cover was ironed this evening) and getting stuck into the new one, learning a whole new vocabulary: all added to it.