The thing is this.
I am not the greatest fan of the cold.
It reminds me too much of the wet, damp, miserable weather I remember of my early childhood winters back in London.
Winters here in the western Balkans can be, at times, extremely cold (think minus 20) and very very snowy!
I don’t believe in wishing any part of my life away, but I must admit to wanting spring to arrive at the earliest opportunity.
And today it has!
That arrival is the signal for a scurry of activity here in the village as the “deadwood” of last season is cut back and burned.
The ground is being prepared for planting, agricultural equipment is coming out of its winter hibernation.
So today, we are sat outside, in the sun, enjoying + 23 Celsius (albeit with a slight breeze), and my body is celebrating this warmth.
My beautiful Balkan Blue skies are back.