Everywhere is looking very fresh and beautiful , the Hawthorn is in full bloom and the scent of it makes the years roll back, and I find myself reminiscing about childhood days. They say we only remember the good times and maybe its true to some extent. As a kid though the sun always seem to be shinning and only paused for the occasional thunderstorm, and we use to playing out till it went dark , some times later, then you came in had a saany (sandwich) and a mug of drinking chocolate and went to bed. What, wash your hands, whats the point ? they'll only get dirty again tomorrow.
Wren in full cry, St Agnes.