It's crammed with stuff in the greenhouse. I'm waiting for the auriculas to flower and have potted on a good number of plants from the delphinium seed that I sowed last autumn. No space to do anything else until I'm able to put some things outside. I've got trays of beans, peas and mangetout all waiting for warmer weather.
The garden is full of colour now.
Although the temperature was 3 degrees and there was a fierce wind, the promise of some sunshine on Sunday was enough to tempt us out for a walk on the beach. Lots of other people had the same idea.
The noise of the surf was loud. I was glad to be well wrapped up.
We were walking on the Sandbanks stretch of Bournemouth where it is interesting to gaup at the ostentatious houses overlooking the sea, built for millionaires. (Some Russians, maybe? Their places might be up for sale soon!) In between the big, showy structures just a few of the old houses, like this one, remain. They are far more appealing to me. I hope that they will never be pulled down and replaced by another monstrosity. The old houses are a reminder of how Bournemouth used to be.
It was lovely to feel the sun on our faces. I feel very starved of sunshine at this time of year .The family were about to turn around and head back into the wind.
Just a bit longer to soak up the sun, said Himself.
Half term was cold. We took the bike to the beach where it is usually possible to ride unhindered for miles. But the storms had tossed the sand up onto the road making progress impossible.
The newly bought dinosaur biscuit cutters were a great success.
