Spring forward

A peerless blue sky. A cool breeze like a gentle mountain stream. A flock of cyclists. Fag smokers outside in their pyjamas taking their first puff. A sunlit speckled sea, clear and calm to the horizon. The castle cliff welcoming back a thousand Kittiwakes after their Atlantic winter. The church bells ringing in crystal air. Ah, the joys of the first day of British Summer Time! I’m afraid I’m not one of those who bangs on about the iniquity of changing the clocks back and forth. It reminds me twice a year to pay attention.