A good good day yesterday. I was nervous. Tea at Rhug helped. But he was a delight, so receptive, so open and so generous. My head is full. I need to come down from it all. It is possible. It is all possible. A night bursting with dreams. I woke to the colour violet. My head was complete with it.

We saw the first snowdrops, banks of them between trees, not fully open but beginning. It is beginning.