Apologies....

...to Malachy, (not Malachi), who complained that I'd turned him into an Old Testament prophet. As a person who's spent my life having my sex changed by mistaken spelling (Lesley/Leslie), all I can do is promise not to get it wrong again.

Meanwhile, the swans have finally started to build their nest on the island by the bridge. They started to look at the site around January, and it's a good job they didn't start to build then, as the whole island has been underwater several times since then. Now, finally, though, it looks as if spring might really be coming properly, and the swans have decided that now is the time to start thinking about settling down.

Across the road, the Old House is having a new roof. At the moment it's all bright blue with battens, but there are piles of slates waiting to go on.
Around the Clock Tower, the scaffolding there has been joined by more around Golesworthy's, where they're pointing the stone work, and there's more opposite the Cinema around the big house at the corner of St Mary's Road. The florist's has re-opened, though, painted a tasteful pale green, and the vets' at Lamb House is being re-painted in the new corporate colours of white and a sort of purply blue.

It's only six weeks to the Festival, and the leaflet still hasn't come out yet.