
The sky looked as though it had been wiped with a dry paintbrush.

Keeping a watchful eye

And another temperature square.

The sky looked as though it had been wiped with a dry paintbrush.

Keeping a watchful eye

And another temperature square.

A different view, but the same tree.

And the first bluebells show their colour.


The ever-changing sky

And the promise of apple blossom.