It started this week. Whoever it is that controls the daily disco soundtrack slotted in the disc marked "Dawn chorus: assorted feathery vocalists" and pressed play. That means spring is coming.
Considering that the snow came down so hard and then thawed so fast the trails are actually remarkably dry. OK the moor tops are still bottomless bog and slush, with 3 feet of die hard snow in some places as we found out last night, but the local singletrack is actually firmer and faster than it was for most of last summer. That means the trees and plants are working up a thirst and drinking all the thaw water. That means spring is coming.
There's easter eggs in the shops and creme eggs on the telly. That means spring is coming.
So snow flurries and whatever else the weather might have in store this weekend be damned. That's three counts and out for winter 2010. I know cos a little bird told me.