OK, I concede that spring has reached God's Own County at last - but
only because I was visited by my first white butterfly of the year,
this morning. It was flying in such a feeble manner that it got caught
up in the sprouting hawthorn hedge (sorry Martin, in my usual
bloodthirsty way I did not rush to free it), but the gentle breeze
did, so it is now on its way to the Netherlands to lay its first crop
of eggs on your brassicas.