Andy and I are having a weekend off – which is utterly blissful. Even more delightful today is the glorious spring sunshine. We were wandering along underneath an overwhelmingly blue sky, a breeze ruffling around us and I was ranting about the joy of spring.
‘I just want to drink it in,’ I raved, throwing my head back before casting a sidelong glance at Andy. ‘You think I’m a nutcase,’ I said.
‘Oh, I know you’re a nutcase.’ He replied.
Seriously, spring does this to me – freshness, potential, life billowing through the the dormancy of winter.