Then odd thing for us about this day was
that it marked the clocks changing and
the start of British Summer Time. We’d
usually mark this longer day with a trip
somewhere, making the most of the extra
daylight. Usually down the coast, but
perhaps further afield. That first longer
day signalling the start of spring and
all the adventures ahead. But not on this
Sunday. We stayed close to home,
adjusting. Settling our minds to this new
reality. Feeling grateful to have these
places and these moments.