It's a beautiful day for dancing around the Maypole and celebrating Beltane, if that is the sort of thing you are wont to do.
The sun is bright, the trees are green, and it's unseasonably warm at the moment.
Which is why this morning, as my toddler and I passed complete strangers on our stroll, I felt the desire to explain to them that he chose the woolly hat he was wearing, not me.
