Today, England feels like summer. The sun is out and the clatter of an unseen construction site is carried through the window like a yawn. Birds chirp happily in the trees and though it’s still cool, I can again recall the taste of sweat, the smell of freshly cut grass and the buzz of insects doing their insect things. I can close my eyes and imagine the way strawberries taste when they’re freshly harvested, the way a drink refreshes when it’s sipped in the sunshine and the way heat rises in a blur off the pavement. This is going to be a good summer, dear reader, a spectacular summer. I can feel it. Can you?