From daffodils to thick mist, springtime in the UK feels indecently tranquil | Adrian Chiles

I've been travelling the country, making films for the BBC's Countryfile, and marvelling every mile at the changing landscapeWe live in a wonderful country peopled by many kind and fascinating souls. Just saying. It's not said often enough. Over the past month, I've been all over the place making films for the BBC's Countryfile programme. I've travelled by train and motorbike, marvelling every mile at the changing landscape. The train to Penzance, a long haul wherever you start from, was further delayed, but I cared not a jot with my nose pressed to the window all the way. When I finally arrived, I went to check something at the ticket office. "Alright Ade," said the lady, in the strongest Black Country accent. I asked her what had brought her there. "I came here 20 years ago and I loved it, so I stayed," she said.At times, with war raging despicably elsewhere, and the cost of living crisis biting, the places I've been to have felt quite indecently tranquil. Floating but barely moving in a coracle on the River Teifi in Pembrokeshire, time and space lost all meaning for too short a while. Continue reading...