Barrett Road, along which I walk home from the unit every morning, has narrow pavements on most of the E side, so when coming home I often have to cross to the W to avoid infection from people walking the other way. Reaching the other side after just such a crossing this morning, I saw I was under the canopy of a pink cherry tree, the blossom subtly bright against the grey sky. The sight filled me with hope, and made me think about what I'd read about spring 1945.

0600 8 RAIN
stops
Sun-break.
PM SHOWERS, some sun