Sir,– The daffodils are past their peak, the rhubarb is just delicious and the grass is bursting out, but the real sign that the year has finally turned was a flight of migrating whopper swans passing overhead, chatting and honking like a bus-load of schoolchildren on their way to their first overseas trip. – Yours, etc,
JOHN K ROGERS,
Rathowen,
Co Westmeath.