Spring has arrived. At last. The clocks have changed so we now get more than twelve hours of bright sunlight a day. And it shows. Our bay is twinkling in the sun but looks are deceptive as the sea is very cold at this time of year. Best leave that to the fishermen for now, although the hardy surfers and wild swimmers are already giving it a go.

However, in the garden, everything has taken off in the last few days with the cascading rosemary waterfalls, which are alive with bees, giving off their intense fragrance that fills the air as you step down to the house. The muted pink hellebores, not to be left out, have successfully muscled in to give their annual show before returning to the earth to rest until next winter.

And of those signifiers of the new season, the giant snowdrops, daffodils and primroses? They are out and about kicking off the Spring burst.

The storm damaged wooden terracing facing the sea has been replaced so we now have a sturdy rather handsome Cornish stone wall and a crunchy path of shingle that leads down to the lower garden. There, the berberises and agapanthuses are waiting until Easter time to burst forth.

My new book is progressing, but I must admit to a distraction. A playwright is looking at Louisa’s Lament for its possibilities as a play focussed on the four women at the centre of the story. I think I’m about to enter another new world of putting on a play…

Happy Easter to you all and come back next time to find out what’s happening as spring gathers pace and the book, and maybe a play, take shape.