On a new season

Cycling through Hyde Park this afternoon confirmed my suspicion; that Spring is indeed abroad. Immaterial that the sunny spell lasted a hummingbird's heart beat - it was enough to convince the denizens of HP (who are experts on the matter, and the Met Office be damned) that the earth is turning over a new leaf. They respond in the time-honoured manners of throwing off clothing, bringing their families over from Italy to eat sandwiches on the benches and sucking each other's faces. Truly a moveable feast. Spring is a state of mind. I'm off to the studio to to plug myself into my ipod and dance.