This morning I dropped Pat off at the bus stop in the village, and as I was driving back, I saw a skein of geese crossing the sky. I was on the farm track, so I pulled over and watched. They were flying in a 'v' shape that undulated and shimmered. Sometimes they would disappear into the grey sky as they changed direction slightly, and the white tips of their wings showed. They would jumble up and reorganise. And flap doggedly on. They've come so far. I can't believe they are finally here. It means Spring is coming. There is a primrose out in the front garden, and the japonica is covered in fat, blood-red buds. The world is coming alive again.