Howard and I make a second visit to the plots since remedial work began and the padlocks changed. We can’t get in so we wander through the woods at the back and stand peering over the fence, like foundlings.
The days are just a little longer. Daffodil shoots are starting to show in the woods. Bluebells can’t be too far away. There is a chill, but early signs of spring in the air.
