Last weekend was the start of British summertime, the clocks here went forwards one hour as we gained an hour of evening daylight, and lost an hour of sleep.
I did remember to change the clocks, although I could have done with the extra sleep as it was a very busy weekend with some really good preparation for a upcoming exciting event.
Hubby didn’t seem impressed by the fact that the clock on the microwave is right again now after showing an hour fast for the last six months.
Here are a couple of clocks which always make him smile though, one from Douglas on the Isle of Man,
And another from Weymouth, just a weekend or so ago.