View from my garden.
It’s still January and whilst it’s cold out there, the days are beginning to get longer. The bulbs are beginning to pop up and spring is not far away. But isn’t January a miserable month. It’s as if it was designed to be this way. And it has 31 bloody days. I long for the spring and then the summer. The walks along the longest pier in the world, the seafront, past Westcliff and Leigh. The warm evenings and the heavy clothing retired for a few more months. I can’t wait!