Summer time
The woods are still bare and leafless, but at least the evenings are longer now that the clocks have gone forward. There are precious few wildflowers yet; the odd bank of little celendines, anf flowering blackthorn and Amelanchia. The gardens are well ahead with all their plants bred to give early spring colour. The Magnolias in our street are a sight to see.
It has been the dryest March on record and already the woodland paths are dusty. I have to take care as I cycle around the corners that my wheels don't slip on the treacherous grey sand that a month ago was sticky black mud. I dread to think what conditions will be like come August.
But for now, the pleasure of being able to get out for an evening ride before it gets dark is simply great.
