The story is about a mismatch of female characters, living in London, who answer an advertisement to rent a castle in Italy for the month of April. London in early spring is wet and miserable while Italy proves to be a riot of flowers, obliging servants and restorative sunshine. It is pure escapist, female literature and makes you long for warmth and beauty! It prompted me to plan a holiday in Sorrento. Then common sense and memories reminded me how bitterly cold it can be in Italy so early in the year and I chose a different destination, Tomorrow we go to Madeira for a short break.
I've just looked at their weather forecast for the week ahead - it does not look good!
Strong winds have snapped the stems of the narcissi, a good excuse to bring them into the house and enjoy their perfume.