I left work early yesterday to catch a train home for my final yoga class however a series of public transport mishaps meant that I was too late. So there I was, back in Bath on a beautiful spring evening with a free hour and a half to spare. I popped to M&S and picked up a pizza and a bottle of red and then took the scenic route home.
The thing with living in Bath, is that every now and again (and especially on the turn of the season) it hits you…you suddenly become aware of the wonderful beauty of the place you call home. It’s so easy to forget and get bogged down in the daily grind. Last night I ambled home past pubs with people sat outside, through gardens of manicured spring borders and around the Royal Crescent, a few remaining people still lounging on the lawn. Add to that the cheerful chorus of singing birds and the teasing anticipation of spring. The trees may still be bare and the mornings misty but all of a sudden there’s definitely the sense that nature’s beginning to wake for spring. I for one, can’t wait!