Some memorable happenings this month – the General Election, the Pietersen Fiasco VI (at least) – but, at the same time, eminently forgettable. What I’d like to remember (the memorandum) is the blossom, which had been as vivid and luxuriant as I can remember. But how to record it? Here are some photographs taken from the upper deck of the X3 bus to Leicester (on my way to watch the cricket, so not completely irrelevant). The point, I suppose, where impressionism blurs into pure abstraction. Fleeting impressions of a fleeting thing.