There's a frost in the corner but May is bursting out in the hedgerow.
There are a couple of signs for Labour down the road but sadly they're tucked away, unlike the UKIP house in the next village which ought to close its own front door, pull down the blinds and leave Wessex, brick by brick.
This whole election thing is leaving me rather cold. I'd much rather be up in the field with the dog, staring at the clouds, gazing at a raindrop on the underside of a metal gate or watching two pigeons sitting on a telephone wire like a pair of inverted commas.
The election is less than a week away and I'm not at all excited, even though the Griggs are having another election party, like we did in 2010. Whoever you vote for, you end up disillusioned. The government always gets in.
But I can't not vote. It would be against my principles.
And then I see this outside a cottage on the outskirts of the village.
It's a sign, yes, but maybe a symbol of hope?
Love Maddie x