The birds were in full voice that night, as if it was the first spring.
I drove back through the greenery of the Lincolnshire countryside with the windows of the Jeep wide open.
Coming up to 9pm it was still daylight and the hedgerows were alive with noise.
Breathing in deeply I could smell new growth and it made me glad to be alive.
The reddening sky to the West bode well for the next day and there was hardly any traffic on the road which made for comfortable driving.
As I approached the outskirts of Lincoln a gentle dusk fell over the city and the lights added a pleasant warmth to the scene.
I turned in to the drive and went in to a bottle of Pauillac that I had opened to breathe before setting off on my journey.