There is a Victorian cemetery near my flat, and I walk through it most days on my way to the Underground. I love the walk — the peace only broken by the caw of citrus-coloured parakeets (there’s a colony nesting in the trees) and rustle of leaves as squirrels chase each other around the headstones. This squirrel played statue while I took his photo — can you see him?
Spring literally arrived overnight. The sun came out and spread carpets of snowbells and crocuses over the fresh green grass.
And, here and there, a flash of yellow, as daffodils unfurled.
a street away from the bustle of London on a busy weekday morning. Just me and the squirrels and carpets of flowers.