How fickle the weather is here on the island of Britain. You never know what you are going to get.
This past week is a good example. Last Friday, when I was rambling north of Castleford, I did so in a T-shirt and before setting out I applied sun lotion to my arms, face, neck and scalp. I would have been fine in shorts that day even though I have noted that exposure of my muscular legs often causes passing women to swoon.
It was like summer that day and so was Sunday when I took those daffodil pictures. However, by Wednesday the main weather source had shifted to the north and there was now a distinct chill in the air. I sang to myself:-