Why I love the first signs of Spring

Today was one of those wonderful days when you can almost smell the first hints of Spring in the air.

For those of you who also live in this wonderful part of the world known as north-east Scotland, I do realise that snow is not uncommon in March. And that today might actually have been Spring. Just be a sport and stick with me anyway.

Here are some of the things that I love most about the season that lies tantalisingly before us:

• There's a glimmer of hope that, even when you've had a full shift at work, you'll still manage to catch some daylight at either end of it.

• What seems to have been an eternally dull grey landscape suddenly bursts back into life with a riot of colour.

• Family weekends are less about watching movies and huddling over electronic devices and more about the great outdoors and all of its associated adventures.

• The desperate business of finding gloves, hats, buffs and boots for everyone before you leave the house is no longer necessary. Neither is the requirement to wear a coat that makes you resemble a cladded boiler with hands and feet.

• Your winter glass of warming red is replaced by something altogether more sparkly and fun.  Pimms? Prosecco? G & T?

As with any situation, however, there are some minor drawbacks to the onslaught of Spring:

• You realise that your windows haven't been cleaned properly since last September.  And that you now actually want to look out of them.

• Your husband will become obsessed as to when the first cut of the lawn should take place.  And which of the other neighbours have beaten him to it.

• And - scariest of all - alongside the welcome shedding of layers is the realisation that a major body maintenance review is required.

Fake tan anyone?

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