Easter definitely starts at dawn... so we all bundled up and headed to Forest Hill Park with its pink sunrise glow before gently lightening grey. There were fast-paced hymns, sort of led by a ukelele, banjo, mini banjo and recorder, then a stirring sermon that went on and on, but there was still magic in the air.
Back on Floyd the Easter Bunny was quick. M found a reply to her EB-Helper application, before they both darted about gathering lots of tiny eggs, the odd gold bunny, some hard boiled gems and in the now blooming camellia bush - two cute felt bunnies from yesterday's shorn sheep.
On the breakfast table new egg cups and the bunny ear cozies and upstairs chocolate drop-droppings had been left beside our own scruffy bunny toy.
As the classic 1970s poem goes, 'The Easter Bunny brings eggs to us. / Last night I saw the Easter Bunny / Coming to my window / With a basket full of Easter eggs. / Some were chocolate and some were hard boiled / And he said a Happy Easter to you all.' by CVL, aged 8.
