Spring has finally, decidedly sprung: the cherry blossom trees are out!
Every year, the first time I see them, I think of my university tutor telling us that ‘cherry blossom trees always flower when you most need them’. He was an old, tweedy gentleman with patches on his elbows, a moustache and a stammer, and saying delightful things like this was entirely characteristic of him. That year, the magnificent, gnarled tree by St Mary’s trailed its petals over the High Street while we were studying for our finals, and it helped. It’s been true every year since, too.