So this is spring?

I've tried sending thoughts across the airwaves to Nina to let her know that we really wouldn't have minded if she had been wrong!  She presented the weather forecast again last night and told us that we would have snow, that the temperature today would probably not get above zero and that it would in any case feel like minus 5 or minus 6 on account of the wind chill resulting from the stiff north-easterly.  And this was the view from the bedroom this morning.

Fern, the springer spaniel, wanted her usual morning walk but didn't really enjoy it.  The trouble for her is that she has fur growing between her pads and the snow accumulates in and on that fur where it is compressed to form ice balls, thus making walking painful.

Looking into the park as the snow continued to fall:

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I was sorry to learn last week of the death of one of Britain's greatest jazz trumpeters, Kenny Ball.  Mind you, he was 82.  One of the best known of his numbers was Midnight in Moscow but I always thought Sukiyaki better. Here it is.