On Easter Monday I was cycling through the Dalmeny Estate. There were still snowdrops out, and daffodils have not really got started. The Pentlands and Ochils were very white. The paths had been cleared of snow, which was piled in heaps here and there on the verges. A flock of heavily pregnant ewes. A couple of the ewes had given birth and very young lambs were feeding. One ewe was licking a pile of snow - perhaps it had been salted. Several cock pheasants were wandering about and in one field I saw a dozen curlews among the first, faint green - barley, I think. So the late spring has arrived.