I love this time of year. It’s not hard to, with the weather finally (almost) starting to brighten up. Last week I went for a walk in Ticknock woods in Dublin, and by the time my companions and I reached our viewpoint stop we were in tshirts - jumpers and coats discarded. Of course we were glad of them when it inevitably started to rain on the way down!

It’s a time of year when it becomes easier to get outside and enjoy some fresh air and movement – however much or little we might feel able to do. It’s very premature, I know, but I can’t help feeling as though it’s almost the beginning of summer.

I was reminded that it is, in fact, spring, and not summer, when a few days ago I was speaking to a friend on the phone while sitting on a bench in a park. I found myself stopping mid-conversation to tell her about all the ducklings learning to swim in the park’s pond. Initially she laughed at me, but then I asked if she wanted me to send her a picture of the ducklings – do you think she said no?

Of course, we’re all used to four seasons in a day, but let’s hope there are plenty more sunny spells on the horizon. We all need something to be cheerful about, and the promise of brighter days to come has given me a boost. I hope it might give you one too.