Beyond Selidor

I'm on the Isle of Wight today, as I have been every couple of weeks since my father died, and the big difference compared to a fortnight ago is the daffodils. All over the place: gardens, roadsides, around the bases of trees.

There are still snowdrops out, and I saw a bit of gorse in the hedgerows too. It's very heartening.

(Back in Ely, our neighbours' plum tree is in blossom, but ours isn't yet. It must be a different variety.)