‘All England is a garden in May’

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So wrote Christopher Lloyd in one of his books. It certainly felt that way as I was driving along country roads this afternoon. There was a whole field full of lambs; I wished I could slow down to look at them. Every road was lined with Cow Parsley and there was even the occasional clump of bluebells. Chaucer got it right when he described the Squire: ‘as fressh as is the monthe of May.’