Rhythm and Moonshine - by Rosalie Warren
Sunrise, North Bay, Scarborough, Summer 2015 For me, March 1 st is the first day of Spring. When we lived in Edinburgh, that was the day the sun first used to graze the edge of our kitchen cupboards before setting. Next day, the thin band of golden light would be a little wider, next day wider still, reassuring us that summer was on the way (always assuming, of course, that there were no clouds – but I don’t remember a single year of not seeing the sun fall on our cupboards on that date). Where I live now, we don’t have sunshine-on-the-cupboard day, though we do have something I like to call sunshine-up-the-plughole day, in spite of my other half’s assuring me that the sun is not really shining up the plughole. It certainly looks as though it is, which is what matters to me. It’s not on Mar 1 st either – it’s sometime in April and again in August – so it doesn’t signify Spring in the same way but it’s better than nothing. In Scarborough, on the Yorkshire coast, wh...