The year turns

And spring no sooner arrives than it starts to promise summer. I woke to a brilliant cloudless morning, and warm; warm enough to be T-shirt weather cycling into town before 09:00, at one point startling a cloud of white doves from a garden, at another seeing a cock robin sitting on a street name post, surveying his territory.

And arriving in town to see so many people wearing heavy coats and jackets. Why?

[Later] - by the early evening, the delayed reaction had set in, and there were folk wandering around in just shorts and sandals.