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Say it with daffs

This time last year, the message was simple. Hundreds of daffodils spelt out "CLIVE + HILLARY" on the banks of the A12 just east of Chelmsford.

When I noticed a month or two back that the bold green leaves had started to push up amongst the grass, I'd hoped that Hillary had perhaps provided a response. (Something about the pace of that conversation appeals to me.)

But that's not the case. The flowers had withered again by the time I drove past them today, but you could still make out their shape. The message is the same as last year's, but the outlines aren't as crisp as before. The letters blur and blend with their surroundings.

Except for a heart. I didn't notice it previously, but it's clear now. Just a little before the letters is the picture of a heart, still standing out from the weeds, still beating strong.