What could be better than an ancient pagan festival that marks the burgeoning spring and rejuvenation of the natural world by setting fire to stuff? Not much, right?
I wandered around London in the sunshine today, and despite the fact that I didn’t set fire to anything, it still felt as if the world had been transformed. There were crowds of people around Borough Market, sniffing at cheese and joining queues for tasty food, getting a cheeky lunchtime half at the Market Porter, lolling on steps eating chorizo as if we all finally believed the winter had ended. And so it proved.
Happy May Day.