Londoners, who have endured yet another dark, dank, chill, sloppy winter, will wake up on the Sunday following the full moon after the March equinox with a sense of anticipation and renewal. They will peak from under their downy covers only to see that dawn has awakened and the streetlights have already winked off. They will realise in the deepest part of their soul that they will not have to use their car headlights to drive to work. They will notice that the smell of the city has suddenly been washed away and replaced with the slight scent of nature. The joyful anticipation of soon retiring both galoshes and Macintosh will bubble up in their mind. Oh my God...it's Easter Sunday!