Here in Britain, there sometimes isn't that much to discern between autumn and winter, or for that matter between autumn and spring, temperature-wise. Spring brings a bit more sunshine but also a lot of wind. What looks like a beautiful day out of the window will send you back inside for a warmer coat and those gloves. However, spring also brings England's best floral displays, her greenest fields and at least a hope that this year we might have summer. So I find that now spring is probably my favourite season.
|War memorial in North Shields with crocuses (Bill says croc-eye?)|