"Are we there yet?"

"Just around the next corner"

Now days into March, it's still cold. That kind of cold where your gloved hands are jammed into the pockets of your thickest winter coat, and you strain to keep your arms close to your body to capture any extra warmth you can.

This morning the cars are thick with a sparkling crust, and the daffodils are still curled up looking at their daffodil watches asking amongst themselves "is it time yet?"

Although we can still see our breath, the Earth has turned somewhat. The people of London can now be found, faces skyward, blinking into the light. Some even stop on the pavement for a small spot of photosynthesizing. I think I sprouted two new leaves on a trip to Tesco's the other day at lunch.