It was really warm and sunny yesterday.
The garden was full of butterflies - fritillaries of all sizes. A pair of long-tailed tits was looking for a suitable nesting site (still feeling a little guilty at the removal of the leylandii from the front garden), reminding me that if the trees are to be pruned, it should be in the next week or so.
The weather was so warm that a load of bed linen dried and aired in a couple of hours in the garden, coming in only as the sun dipped behind the neighbour's roof. It will soon be setting later in the day - clocks spring forward an hour on the 30th of this month. I've never understood what is actually 'saved' by doing this.
