Swallows return March 23 – Yeah. I have started in a country diary style so I will continue. Lush Places – ‘Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole,’ that kind of thing. But when you are on the terrace in sunglasses, Fenland is left far behind. Instead to the east the wooded ‘Gavarres,’ the height of Ilkley Moor and Beamsley Beacon, stretch down to the Mediterranean 25 Kilometres away. To the west, there is a larger Lake District without the lakes, except for the ‘Estany de Banyoles’ where the rowing events for the Barcelona Olympics were held. And to the north,50 Kilometres away, are 3000 metre mountains under new snow. This is not to forget the need for social justice and equality of opportunity. To defend it where it is under threat, which is most places, and to resuscitate it where it has been made gravely ill, by too much free market, more money to the already rich, multi national medicine, such as say the place where another referendum on the wrong subject is to be held. But today the swallows have returned.