47 is the new 46

....at least, if you're me. I had an excellent birthday: we took the dogs out to Butleigh woods and discovered hazel catkins and primroses. The crocuses are out along the verges and spring is definitely here. After this, we had lunch at the Natterjack pub in Evercreech, came home, read books and cooked a roast duck for dinner. Very low key, really, but this is the first Sunday that T and I have had off for some months, and we enjoyed it.