Well, dear readers, I went with friends to see Goldilocks and the Three Bears in our local little town last night. It was a terrible night with snow underfoot and snow falling and yet every seat in the Methodist Hall was taken - no-one had chickened out because of the bad weather.
It brought back such memories of my own childhood. There was not a vestige of sophistication about it; all ages performed from very young to middle-aged and I am sure that a lot of the audience knew most of the players. The whole thing is very amateur and is done for charity.
The audience responded by singing when asked, by responding when asked and by lots of "it's behind you" and "oh yes you did" kind of thing. It was a jolly evening.
One thing struck me and really left me thinking. We were on the third row from the front. The two front rows were largely taken up by teenagers (I suspect still at secondary school), We started the proceedings by singing the National Anthem and although they stood they seemed hugely embarrassed by the whole thing and either they didn't know the words or they chose not to sing them.
Correct me if I am wrong but don't children in America sing their National Anthem each morning in school? And if so, is this a good thing or a bad thing? Food for thought there.
Snow is falling as I write. There is a couple of inches of snow on the ground and the temperature is below freezing. The farmer has gone out with his shooting syndicate in spite of the weather. I have put a good slug of Highland Park single malt into his coffee flask and he has wrapped up well, but still rather him than me.
The furthest I shall venture from our log burner is into my kitchen
(photo below) to make cream of onion soup with croutons and grated cheese for when he returns.
Meanwhile the number of birds at our feeders grows daily - however much we put out it has all gone by lunchtime. Yesterday friends G and J saw Redpolls and Siskins in our little wood - now I am hoping they make an appearance at the feeders soon. Keep warm.