..I was next to a dear little Korean/English family - enchantingly solemn baby boy on Daddy's lap, Mummy's hand occasionally proferring a finger to be held. A good-sized congregation sang a Missa de Angelis with Credo III and some of my favourite hymns. Then I cycled on to Mother's and we took ourselves out to a cafe for some coffee and raspberry-and-chocolate buns. A terrific thunderstorm broke out and it was rather satisfying watching it from the safe haven behind streaming windows - and afterwards the air was gloriously fresh and cool.
There is the most fabulous blossom on all the trees in London's surburban gardens at the moment, a promise of a good apple crop later in the year.
Only blots on the landscape were the groups of angry and blank-faced girls and boys in the shopping-centres, drinking and sullenly exchanging loud obscenities (snippet of conversation as I passed:"Yeah, so, like, I told her, to, like, f*** off, as she, like, f****ing annoys me...") and the cascades of litter on street corners, aound bus stops, in shop doorways, and anywhere else where it can cluster. April in England.