Kittiwakes and compromise shock

Good to see hundreds of Kittiwakes back on Scarborough’s castle cliff. They seem to arrive as we put the clocks forward. They’re probably attracted to the idea of British Summer Time. Who wouldn’t be? But with Spring in our step, we can look to the future with confidence, now that Theresa May is offering the hand of friendship to Jeremy Corbyn in order to find a ‘compromise’ (her rarely used word) to move Brexit on. I noted in her statement this evening that she nevertheless thinks that her current withdrawal agreement can form the basis of wherever she thinks her new found one nation approach will take her. I think she may have to think again about that. However, maybe she does now see the folly of relying on the DUP, the sort of support Lenin referred to when he spoke of a hangman’s noose. Perhaps something sensible will now emerge. Perhaps the best we can hope for now is a soft Brexit and the sundering of the Conservative Party. It is high time the right wing in British politics was permanently split.