Monday Sunrise: 6:09am 5°C and sunny. Shadows form blue pools in the park and the frost glints in the sun.What is the weather doing? Answer: whatever it wants.I try a walk through a different neighbourhood and all the trees here are pink. School kids meet at garden gates and cars swing out of driveways. Tuesday Sunrise: 6:06am 4°C, another frost. In the carpark a low mist hovers in the sun like a shimmering ghost. This car park is potholed and I do everything I can to avoid it, but it’s never looked so inviting as I drag myself into the gym. In the evening JM and I walk to the wood together. It’s overcast now and white blossom looks bright against a grubby grey sky. “What did it say?” His Apple watch, stuffed up a sleeve, announces that we’ve walked a kilometre to get to the wood. The wood is in shadow and we head up a steep bank for the best of the bluebells. I point out the wood anemones too – and a deep wide hole. Maybe an old bomb crater or the remains of a denehole from years…
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