Friday evening Owain came to stay for the weekend. He joined us for supper and catch-up on his news before going out to see his friends. He's quite buoyant at the moment, having landed another job that will see him through the rest of this year with a digital media company in Bristol. He spent last weekend in Berlin, making music and relaxing with friends there, making the most of his free time before starting the new job.
We each got up in stages and had a lazy late lunch together. He then went off to catch up with more friends, while Clare and I went for a stroll in Thompson's Park, to enjoy the amazing display of crocuses now at their best.
I don't recall seeing so widespread and dense a proliferation of crocus blooms in this park previously. I imagine it's due to weather conditions on this place at some particular time when the bulbs are reawakening and dividing.
Many parents with young children were also out enjoying this moment of early Spring. The park has some patches of narcissi too.
In a month from now the dominant colour above grass will be no longer blue but the yellow of the larger daffodils. Always for me, the sign of Eastertide.
On the park keeper's lodge is a notice board with selection of postcards from the early 1900s and 1930s re-printed for display. There's also a printed extract from a reminiscence of the park on summer afternoons in its early decades, when benefactor Charles Thompson was still alive and used to ride through the park on a white horse. He gave Cae Syr Dafydd, as it was then called, to the City in 1891. Later the park was renamed in his honour.
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