Frosty morning walks! Loved the needles on the whitethorn.
Forecast seems to suggest warmer starts from now on. Just in time, with the apple blossom coming.
Frosty morning walks! Loved the needles on the whitethorn.
Forecast seems to suggest warmer starts from now on. Just in time, with the apple blossom coming.
Seen on my way through the churchyard after my morning walk - this week, taken at a civilised hour because I'm on holiday.
A lovely time to be out in the countryside.
It takes a while, though, to escape work, despite being tired after a busy term. You want to let go but the upturn in the year after the clocks go back, the change in the sunlight, and the passing of the full Worm Moon, make your mind somehow eager to take ideas forward.
I think I'm there now. Able to enjoy being at home ... in a different way to WfH ... and doing fun things.
The odd flurry of snow, ice on the bird bath and bitter North West winds are a bit of a surprise, even so, after the weekend warmth!
Had a few days off, which have been reviving after a tricky term (when aren't terms tricky in Covid times?).
Didn't go anywhere, of course, although that's not at all true, when there are white violets to see up the road - not to mention a great spotted woodpecker, a buzzard and a lark, amongst many others.
Also put up some pictures that have been sitting in bubble wrap - for years. Amazing to see them again!
Finished watching The Crown Series 3 on Saturday. We're always a box set or two behind the latest. Fascinating to catch up with what everyone was talking about just before the start of the pandemic. Mind you, there wouldn't have been the same 'Interesting how things come round again' moments then. Worth delaying, in fact.
I remember them making the Royal Family TV film, when I was at Heatherdown School in the late 60s. When it was broadcast, I sat down with my parents, full of expectation of being a film star, only to find I'd been left on the cutting room floor. I was pretty sure I was the blurred figure at the back of one of the football match sequences, though...
Meant to post this last Sunday. First frog spawn in our pond. Since then there has been a lot of splashing! I've never seen so many frogs as there are this year.
Not perhaps the most pre-possessing picture. The stuff is difficult to photograph. Years ago, I had a holiday job working for a photographer in Bristol, who showed me tricks for making objects look as good as they did in real life, or better. He missed out the bit about frog spawn.
Worked at the library yesterday. Haven't done a Saturday shift for a while. Strange how it felt qualitatively different to going in on a weekday, even though the streets were just as deserted. Only a few people in masks, heading purposefully and one or two without masks, looking somewhat anxious. There was what has become the usual absence of excitement.
There were readers in at the library, though, studying hard, which makes being at work worthwhile.
Cycling this morning. The wind's died down a bit and I was blown back to the village, once I turned onto Calcroft Lane (aka the gated road - without gates because they are long gone).
Saw this clump of primroses - and others - on the steep bank of the stream that runs past the Clanfield Tavern.
In our pond, the first clumps of frog spawn appeared on Thursday morning.