Wild garlic and a cacophony of bird song, there’s no social media in the woods, just the excited chatter of a new season.

It’s been a week of snow, sun and dying Royals. A week of sad television.

We all go the same way, we’re all earthworm food.

I’ve always liked that thought, I don’t want a golden carriage, just chuck me in the hole and plant a cheeky dandelion on top.