Day Thirteen: April 15, 2014. 8.30am. Sometimes referred to as The Darling Buds of April.
Temperature: Warming up. True to say the shackles of winter are behind us.
Greyscale: A definitive grey.
In E L James’s words: Her youth was oft compared to the first shoots of a lush spring. Fresh – virginal even – unsullied by Autumn’s flaying slap, little did she know what was upon her. (Hey, I’m getting quite good at the romance malarkey).