I've left Scotland and British summer time has begun.

Crossing into England was a shock. I took a two hour bus journey from Galashiels to Carlisle, through pretty border towns with individual shops and services along a main high street. After we passed a 'Welcome to England' sign I immediately felt a change. The people on the bus seemed a little harder somehow, a little closer to me. The landscape seemed flatter and slightly less colourful, the bus window no longer filled with huge patches of evergreen stretching upwards.

The clocks going forward marks the change from Scotland to England, and makes the time I've spent in S very definitely in the past.