Have spent some time in the Rosary this weekend. Saturday evening was glorious: thousands of primroses and bluebells (including some white bluebells), plus cherry blossom and in the distance a couple of green woodpeckers. Never realised they were such big birds: very colourful. Explored most of the paths and found Ruth Dix’s recent grave in the old part of the cemetery, next to her parents’. The place was so idyllic on Saturday evening that I phoned Dot to come up, which she did, despite being immersed in sorting out her finances. Yesterday I walked up there again in late afternoon, following lunch at St Augustine’s: another great meal, the remains of which we’ve been donated for the Tuesday Group. This time saw a jay. Much chillier than the day before, and today it is worse again – wet, windy and cold. But it’s bank holiday, so of course everyone will be out and heading for the coast, hoping for a miracle. We will be going to Fakenham this afternoon for the launch of Caroline’s poetry book, Yes. There was an original launch earlier in the year, but the weather was so bad (snow and ice) that few people could make it.