When do you know that spring is on the way? Not, for me, a specific calendar date but a subtly transformative sensation in the air - alerting and enlivening all the senses. Gradually lengthening days with (hooray!) brighter skies; happy bursts of colour burgeoning all around; blossom precociously composing itself for star status, smiles more prevalent on friendly faces.
Yesterday afternoon, in royal Richmond Park, the temperature remained chilly but the sun shone abundantly - encouraging spring shoots to nudge their way above ground. I was captivated by the open-faced charm of the early-flowering white clematis, strewn beguilingly with deep-pink freckles.
Strange the contrast - a mere few yards up the hill - where a faintly forlorn coterie of snowdrops are close to their annual curtain call, making way for new life.

