THE ASH is in leaf at last - a yellower green than the willows and oaks which came
into leaf weeks ago. The hawthorns are now at their best with frothy blossom along
their branches like clumps of fresh, powdery snow.
I remember being delighted when I headed for the hills on the 2nd of April that the
first spring flowers were just showing. That I hadn’t missed the spring as I often
Since then I’ve got caught up in other things but it’s still just about spring and
if I get the chance I’ll get out there with my sketchbook.
In the meantime I have to make do with drawings like this, made in odd moments from