I CAN feel it! Spring is here. On Saturday we were in the Lake District and the views coming back through the Trough of Bowland were breathtaking.

We are so lucky living so close to all this fantastic countryside, and it was lovely to see the sheep munching out in the fields with their new lambs making the most of the early sunshine.

I always feel that this is an odd sort of time.

We are, for a short while in limbo. It’s not hot and it’s not cold, not winter not summer, and there are always decisions to be made.

Should we go out?

And if so, what are we to wear, and where are we to go?

But it’s Easter and I can remember the excitement that we felt as children with mum hard boiling hen’s eggs so the shells turned a pale orange on which we then painted faces, I don’t recall whether we ever ate them.

But the Easter fair, the noise, the air of expectancy, the smell, candy floss, balloon on a string, the fat lady, and banging about in the dodgems and having your future told by Gypsy Rose Lee.

And most of all the big wheel, but for my mum it was the allure of the pot fair.

Oh, the wonder and magic of it all.

I struggle now to think of anything that has the power to arouse such a feeling of anticipation.

It’s a bit sad that as we get older we get so blasé.

Now that brings me to my present dilemma, where to go for my holiday this year?

Are there places I’d like to revisit, yes, many.

I’d rather go somewhere new, but the thought of long flights and hours of waiting at airports gives me the heebie geebies.

But then how else am I going to see new things or my overseas friends who I know are longing to see me?

My son says if they are longing for me that much, why don’t they come over here.

Well, there’s just no answer to that is there?