After a blood test this morning I decided to go for a run through the swamps and gorse. (I dont know if the blood test will show me whats wrong with me, but I rather think I've got away with too much for too long so now I HAVE to get back in shape).

As I jogged over the heath and peaty swamps, the Broadmoor test alarm went off, as it always does on a Monday morning at 10am.

Round 'ere, it sounds like the Luftwaffe have been spotted or something on Mondays at 10  - the Broadmoor test alarm is that loud and spooky...

That said, if it was a real alarm - and someone really had escaped from the high security *cough* "hospital" *cough*, the dog walkers on the heath this morning would have pretty quickly got out of my way - being confronted by a huge red-faced, wild-eyed man, running though the swamps (away from Broadmoor itself), panting heavily with a bandage on his arm, as the Broadmoor alarm blared all around would probably scare a few people!

As I drove back home, it suddenly occurred to me that in the last week, the whole world's gawn all yella like.

The oilseed rape is in bloom, the dandelions line grassy road verges, the Hawaiian Tropic-scented gorse is blooming as is garden forsythia.

The bee pictured above by the way is the Yellow-legged mining bee (Andrena flavipes) on a dandelion outside the house this morning.

See.... even the bees knees are turning yellow....