It seems slightly surreal to be writing about Easter when the weather resembles the depths of Winter.  Easter equals Spring, birds chirping, drip drip drop little April showers… not, hide indoors because it’s a blizzard outside.

One of the things I love about my Woman’s Own magazines (amongst many) is how the covers vary from month to month, season to season. Many modern magazines are fairly homogenous; these ladies have character, and although the basic format stays the same, there is still an individuality to each one. These Easter issues are beautiful.

The sheep cover reminds me of when we went camping a few years ago at Easter and it snowed! We were on a small working farm, halfway between Llandudno and Conwy. At the time, we didn’t have a car so we’d walked a good few miles to get to the farm, then had about a seven mile walk to Llandudno and again to Conwy (we were at the third point of a triangle between the two if that makes sense). If I remember rightly, the first night there it hailed. Despite zipping sleeping bags together and wearing virtually everything we owned, we were freezing. The next day we walked into Llandudo and it snowed. So we bought a duvet and some scrumpy cider… I’m not sure whether it was the duvet or the cider, but we were toasty that night.

That’s also the night I hallucinated that there were goblins running around the outside of our tent, but the less said about that the better…

Bet she never hallucinated about goblins running around her tent…