We walked home from the New Year party under a crisp moon and a cold, clear sky, surely a great start to 2016. No street lights in our village and apart from the group of neighbours with whom we had been celebrating most people seemed to be in bed.
The tree is in the dining room, we don't decorate it until Christmas Eve but other decorations are now in place. A selection of food was delivered in the late afternoon, ordered from the fabulous Booth's catalogue and they sent me a present as well, a rather fine canvas bag (to advertise their company whenever I go shopping!) What a nice gesture and the food looks absolutely delicious.
Family arrive around midday tomorrow, unless the traffic slows them down. I'm NEARLY ready.
There will be no snow this year but lots of chocolate. What's not to like!
It's dull and damp here in Blighty, nothing to see but grey sky, so I'm posting photos that I took in Yorkshire last March that have a much more festive look about them; crisp snow with a topping of sparkling frost and a blue sky overhead.
But whether you're in black and white or colour, or even in grey, I hope that all you skywatchers will have a very
We've just returned from a week in the Dales having a catch-up with friends before closing our bolt hole down for the winter, turning off the electricity and draining down the system so that we don't have to worry unduly about any storm damage. Our property borders a beck.
In the summer we open the sitting room windows and listen to the sound of the water as it falls over a small outcrop of stones.
But there was no need to open windows on this trip, the water was roaring down!
There's a small waterfall further upstream,
swollen to more than twice it's usual size.
Everywhere was dripping wet.
Water was thundering under the bridge at Aysgarth. We didn't stop to walk along the river side and look at the falls because it was treacherous underfoot.
It kindly stopped raining for one short morning during our week away, giving me the chance to plant some tulip bulbs in the front garden.
I live with Himself (husband) in the coastal town of Bournemouth in the South-West of England.
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I have three blogs;
Share my garden,
My life in one hundred objects and
The 'Himself' blog consists of short stories and artwork, copyright of Peter Murphy.