Hillsborough in springtime comes back to life after the cold winter months, which seem to stretch longer each year, slowly draws to an end. At the same spot each year, along a pathway of trees, a host of lovely flowers burst out as though to coax the vernal sun out of its long hibernation. First comes the nodding snowdrops, in their many shades of white; then out spout the crocuses, in their rainbow riot of cheerfulness; before the crowd of golden daffodils take the centre stage.

This year, we have missed out on most of the natural display. Moving houses meant that our time has been mostly spent indoors doing DIY. Luckily spring seems to be stretching for a bit and the daffodils were still out when I took the little lad on a photo walk.