It’s impossible to photograph how lovely it was in the park this lunchtime.
The crocuses if not carpetting the park are at least picnic rugs spread under the sound of birdsong – blackbird and robin and maybe a thrush.
The children laughing and singing and calling not whining and cold and tired by school days.
The grown-ups smiling and stopping and talking and open in the sunshine as the crocuses.
Spring is Sprung and Beeston is Beautiful.
