From a distance the hedgerows seem covered in snow but it’s the may blossom, sometimes pink – brides and bridesmaids of the Green Man, who makes his home in the hawthorn.
Today I passed the white horse on the hill at Kilburn – one of those chalk cut-outs beloved of the English. As usual, it reminded me of J.L. Carr’s ‘A Month in the Country’. His publisher once asked him if he knew that there was already a book of that name (meaning Turgenev’s play). Carr replied, ”Oh, yes, but mine’s better.” He was right.