I’m sure many of you will know the saying “If March comes in like a lion, it goes out like a lamb.” This year, the month appears to have arrived like a lamb and gone out similarly. After another busy weekend, it was good to finally take a wander this afternoon and see how spring is erupting all around the parish.

Windmill Hill cats (as ever), birdsong from a solitary Robin competing with larks, high above in the cutout blue sky, blossom – everywhere, horse riders heading into the sunset and elongated shadows creeping across the churchyard.

This is Platt on the last day of March 2025.