Dry.

It's the Spring equinox and out in the front garden the acer is beginning to unfurl its leaves. Not only leaves but flowers are appearing on this well established tree. I don't think I've seen a flowering acer before. 

Today we drove out to the farm to take the camper for its MOT. We actually drove out twice because somebody (not me) forgot to bring the camper keys. They keep a spare set at the farm in case they need to shift things around in the barn but there was nobody in. All along the roads the trees were showing signs of change; the hawthorns were putting out lime green leaves, the blackthorn were covered in white blossom and the willows had fat pale green catkins. 

No prizes for guessing the direction of the prevailing winds which have reduced the growth of branches making it look as if the trees are leaning away from the wind. 

The camper safely delivered for its MOT and habitation check we called in at the nearby Sainsbury's. Peter needed one large or two medium carrots for his coleslaw and I was happy to check out a different range of clothing. I found a nice yoga top shading from purple to rust but didn't buy it as it was not in sale and wouldn't match any of my sports leggings. This evening we've been singing. We had to sing the dreaded seaweed song again and learn two more choruses. As soon as the song was announced a groan went up from just about everybody in the choir but our leader took no notice. Much relief when we moved on to a rousing African song.