Since the British spend most of the time complaining about the weather, I thought I should take a moment to say we've had lovely weather the last couple of days. It's been warm enough to go out in short sleeves, yet with just a touch of freshness to let you know it's not summer. I went out for a meal on Thursday evening, and afterwards walked along the path opposite the allotments. Dusk was settling and it was still mild enough to only need a light jacket. The birds were doing their nightly farewells, and the deer were coming out of the woods to feed in the open fields. Yesterday I went for a walk in the lanes near work and the hawthorn was at the height of its flowering; the bright white of its blossom against the intense blue sky was a glory to see.