One of the down sides of village life is that rumour abounds and I doubt you could get away with much without everyone knowing all about it. Providing everything you do is 'above board' and you don't care about folk knowing, then this is fine.
This morning I have heard two more versions of the reason for the Air Ambulance calling. The victim's name has remained the same - I heard yesterday that he had fallen from a ladder (as he is over eighty this is most unlikely), this morning at coffee I heard that he had fallen down stairs and the farmer came in from the Auction Mart to say that a farmer there (and a neighbour of the victim) said he had fallen in the bathroom. Whichever version is correct all can be serious at that age and the good news is that he was home again by the evening. So hopefully no real damage done this time.
We awoke to a thick covering of wet snow this morning and a cold North easterly wind blowing. It is very cold and wintry and although the snow has gone now, washed away by three or four heavy sleet showers during the morning, it is still very wintry and a day for sitting by the log burner, which we are doing.
I invent cyptic quizzes for our Local Nature Reserve (Foxglove Covert LNR if you wish to look at their web site) on the Catterick Military Garrison. They are sold at £1 a copy for their funds and I
have promised one for Easter, so I am busy compiling one, this time on colours. It is proving quite difficult, but is good for the old brain.