Spring

A friend of mine who went to the states to study was recently asked if Britain has seasons. I can tell you that it does and that they are sometimes very distinct.

Case in point: last week I was at home in Devon, and it was definitely winter- you know, horizontal rain, dusk at 3 pm, lighting a log fire at lunch. Now I'm back in the Midlands, and it's starting to look a lot like spring. Given that this house has no heating, I've gone from miserable to comfortable. It is sometimes kind of bright. Most of all, we're experiencing the trademark of the British springtime: showers.