That distinctly un-Springlike wind is still around and our Market Place is a no-go area, as it was yesterday. One or two market stalls are braving the elements - mostly the more sturdy stalls - but buyers are few, other than everyone collecting their fruit and vegetables and fish and sausage. The garden stall is there and is laid out with row upon row of primulas in the most wonderful colours - a joy to behold but always rather a disappointment when you get them home. If you bring them indoors they pine for the fresh air and quickly begin to die; if you bed them outside they don't care for frost because they have been raised under glass. So you can't really win with them unless you want them for just a day or two.
Home again now. Meeting friends, as usual, for our morning coffee in our local coffee house - I wouldn't miss that for the world. What is better than friends getting together for a laugh and a chat - isn't that what makes the world go round?
The oil man has just been and filled our oil tank. The last village he went to, about six miles away, had the most horrendous hail storm while he was there. We have had brilliant unbroken sunshine, albeit it with cold and wind, all day. This is the price you pay for living in the Dales, or in any hilly area come to that. And as for the Pennines, it can be totally different weather West and East of this really not very high range.
When I think of Linda at Colorado Farm and Parsnip in Tucson - both of them looking out onto the most beautiful mountain ranges, I am very envious.
I have just spent an hour dealing with the chore of a failed Vat return. I am sure it was my fault - somehow I failed to register the claim. But I have had to go through it all again, write letters and hope they will accept my letter as I just can't see how to get back on the site for dates which have now passed.
Sometimes, I just wish that computers had not been invented and that all business had to be conducted through snail mail - but then, if that were so, I wouldn't have this daily contact with all my virtual blogging friends would I? I can't have it all ways - so here's to computers, blogging, and the hope that one day I master the art of dealing with Government Deparments and understanding their wording.