Evening light

The joy of light evenings, all that ‘dark by three’ stuff forgotten. Now I sit here in the conservatory at nearly 8pm and I can read, listen to the birds, watch the blackbird as he flits back and forth for food (they have a nest in the holly in the hedge - more sensible than previous years) and enjoy the light.

It was a cold morning and then suddenly it was sunny and warm. Is this the end of the cold . . . ?