As today looked like the best of the week in terms of weather I made time after breakfast to take a wander. Spring really is beginning to creep across the landscape and it feels like the parish is finally drying out after an extremely wet, gloomy, winter. The daffodils are back outside the greatly missed old Platt School, and blossoms and bulbs are flowering in the Memorial Hall gardens. I’ve always loved the way sunlight shimmers off the walls of Forest Villas on Long Mill Lane in a way that the plug-ugly new builds on the Old Dairy site will never enjoy. Platt Church is getting dressed for this Saturday’s craft fair, and an inquisitive cat ambled along the graveyard wall to take a look at the grey propellered object that is about to take to the skies above Platt Woods. It meows, rolls on its back, and then heads off into the churchyard. I had planned to venture out again this evening, however, I’m saving my legs for Sunday’s half marathon in Hastings.

This is Platt towards the end of the third full week in March.