April

Isn't April brilliant? I must admit that in the 24 months since I'd last fully experienced an April in the UK I had quite forgotten just what a sensationally fine month it is.

Take for example its place in the year: It's early Spring, and as the month begins the trees are still largely bare and the weather cool. Suddenly though an explosion of green appears from nowhere, bright, fully saturated greens of vibrant hue and quality. The trees spring to life, the fields glow, the hedges and cherry trees are in blossom, birds return to our shores and are busy constructing nests; all combine to make the countryside look absolutely marvellous.

Best of all, we know we've the whole of the summer stretching off far into the distance. These are but the earliest days of warmth, sun and colour. Many months lie in store with all the expectation and promise that they contain. Why would you want to be anywhere else?