The last 2 weeks have seen something of an explosion of activity in the countryside around here. After the long dreary colourless months of winter this sudden change comes as nothing short of an assault on your senses; Millions of shades of green abound in the woodlands, supported by a bright carpet of magnificent bluebells. Cherry blossom litters the streets like leftovers from Notting Hill carnival, just without the McD's wrappers and beer bottles. Someone appears to have stitched yellow patches onto the countryside. Rape seed, artificial in it's brightness dot's across the Wiltshire fields. Roadside verges with their greens darkening as the weather warms are now dotted with white from the cow parsley, daisies and a huge variety of other flowers (the council haven't come out on their roadside flowers massacre yet).

All in, as you drive round Wiltshire at the moment you can almost drink in the heady aroma, almost see the pulsing heart of the country growing in front of your eyes.

And the fishing? Well, if you're sat in your office in London, my advice is take the day off...