Daylight savings started on Saturday night.

It marked the official border between cold miserable winter and colourful vibrant sprintime. Almost on cue, the clouds parted and the skies lit up as much as skies can, here in central London. No more snow for this year, we just have to watch out for the April showers and springtime flurries of drenching rain.

Seasons like this are new to me. Back home in Oz, we get two seasons: Hot and Wet. Hot and Dry. So, it's somewhat remarkable for me to watch as the trees change colours, and the sprintime bulbs push themselves up out of the frosted grounds and explode into dazzling colours.

It's also kinda fascinating to watch this city in springtime. People act as if they've come out of hibernation, finally waking up and yawning, stretching their arms and coming out of the seasonal depression that grip London as a whole. There's still delays on the Underground, the M25 is still a rush-hour carpark, but sitting in transport hell seems to be just a bit nicer when there's all these wonderful smiling flowers all over the place.