It’s been a cold, wet and messy March in these parts, and April won’t be much different for some time. My daffs are coming up but the rest of the garden looks awful — broken branches all over the place, piles of rotten leaves, dead-looking grass and, of course, rather a lot of mud.

I saw a cock robin on the back fence yesterday. He did not look happy; the snow was blowing sideways.

Roll on May.