Is there anything as lovely as being woken by birdsong? Lying in bed this morning, a dense, complicated pattern of chirps, warbles and tweets filled the already warm air in a way that made me think of a rainforest or a jungle. It’s 19°C here today and absolutely beautiful. Wandering outside in summer clothes, or sitting indoors with the windows wide open, it feels like being abroad. I want to sit in an outdoor cafe drinking ice-cold beer, eating ice-cream, and looking over some unfamiliar map. Why am I sitting at a computer?
All Saints Park is a haven for students now on holiday. Here are a few photographs from yesterday, including one of some colourful papier mâché easter eggs hanging in the trees.