Sitting in the garden this morning as the sun broke the horizon, I thought I could smell the first hint of Spring. It’s early, but there’s been hardly any snow at all this year.

People say the mild winters are due to anthropogenic climate change, but I remain sceptical: two millennia ago we had the Roman warming, a thousand years ago we had the Medieval warming (both times they were successfully growing vines in England – and in the Medieval warming it was so mild they were farming in the middle of Greenland) so we’re due another period of mild weather. We also had two mini-ice-ages in the last five hundred years, in the sixteenth and nineteenth centuries, when rivers were frozen and the snow lasted from October until May. So a spell of mild winters isn’t outside the bounds of this pattern.

Either way, I could smell Spring.

I checked my trees and saw there were tiny buds on the branches.

Lovely.