Saturday truly marked the arrival of spring (weather-wise) for us. We took a stroll around sunny Worcester, along by the river. It was picture perfect.
The swans were out to feast on the bread from passers by and fellow strollers, and they looked magical against the glittering river. Like hundreds of tiny diamonds were strewn across it. Everything was bathed in sunlight, and the swans dunked and splashed about in the water, enjoying the warmth that had finally arrived.