According to the astronomical definition, spring begins on the vernal equinox, the 21st March.

Accroding to the Alpine definition, it begins when the last lift closes.

And with that the mountains invite us back. A thick mattress of wildflowers are laid out like some sort of incentive. You walk and you walk and you walk, drunk on the freshness of the air that tastes like its been exhaled by the lungs of the mountain just for you.

Yet the reminders of what has passed remain. Deep flashes of white up above, illuminated by the bright, bright sun that creates a sky wider than you ever knew.

And a stillness returns; renewed calm after the exploits of the winter. Step outside and it feels like you've got the planet to yourself. No crowds, no commuters, no spluttering engines; just the sound of your own footsteps.

And a chorus of birdsong that lets you know you're not the only one pleased that Spring has returned once more.