And just like that, summer has hurtled towards us.
Last week, the weather was very English- snow, hail, clouds, the occasional sun. This week?
It’s as if Helios parked his chariot in London Town, refusing to move, broadly beaming away. The mood in the city lifts, heavy clothing is shed. Out in our beloved Commons, the flood of green gentles the heart.
How very, very, quickly, time slips by.