Spring forward into a burgeoning, bucolic land that is simply to die for
Light, that long-lost stranger, crept in almost un-noticed last Sunday morning. With the hearts and minds of the nation caught up in the 1916 commemorations, the arrival of Summer Time slipped back into our lives like an unexpected legacy from the proverbial great aunt in Boston.
Even its alternative name, Spring Forward, evokes the promise of better times as evenings lengthen and dresses shorten.
"When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest," wrote Ernest Hemingway in 'A Moveable Feast' - a sentiment nobody could dare disagree with.