It is best not to plan in too much detail what one intends to do on the morrow. As I said yesterday, I intended to have a quiet, warm, 'shut-up' day but, of course, it didn't turn out like that at all.
On opening up the blinds this morning I must say that the weather looked a little suspect, but by the time I had eaten breakfast and made the bed things were a little brighter and Tess and I embarked upon our morning walk in a pale, watery sunshine.
No wind so not particularly cold, it was a pleasant walk. One of the nice things about the estate where I now live is that there are plenty of dogs (and therefore dog owners) and it is nice to chat to them during my walk. There are all kinds of dogs - this morning we met a Cairn terrier (nice lady owner new to the area), a Labradoodle (man always walks him and the dog is so well-behaved on lead that he puts the rest to shame) and a gentle Border Collie we meet most mornings.
Full of good intentions immediately I got back and while I was togged up from my walk I sorted out all my recycling rubbish. We have a very good recycling authority here and they collect every other Wednesday. The trouble is that my road is windy and lately we have had a lot of gales. On windy mornings it is hard to keep the recycling stuff in the boxes and I don't care to see it off down the road, so I have taken to sorting it and taking it the mile or so to the tip myself - and that is where I was bound this morning.
So, with boxes of tins, glass, plastic, newspaper and card I set off. The men at the tip are lovely and really helpful. I have been going for so long that I know them and they do all the work for me and in no time at all I was back home with empty boxes for next time and with a good feeling of a job well done.
I put a home-made Lasagne in my Remoska (made by A and sold for Church funds at our monthly coffee mornings) prepared sprouts for putting on just a few minutes before it was cooked and sat down to read The Guardian. As I got up to put on the sprouts my son and his wife pulled into the drive - they had come to take me out for after-lunch coffee. So they waited while I ate my lunch and then off we went to Richmond (six miles or so) to Sip coffee bar for flapjack and coffee. Lovely coffee shop, nice atmosphere and we sat in the window and watched the world go by.
Returning through the beautiful contryside of Swaledale (the long way round, but the most scenic) there were no signs yet of Spring but everywhere was green. A couple of fields had large flocks of Canada geese, always a delight to see.
Home in time to take Tess for her late afternoon walk before darkness fell (nights are getting lighter aren't they?) and now an hour to read posts and put on a blog, so a busy day after all.
My Grandson, who teaches in the South of China, has gone to Shanghai for four days - he is really travelling about and I do envy him so. His Grandfather (my first husband, who died in 1991 ) was a prisoner of the Japanese (The Death Railway) and lived in Shanghai for three years before the war. He loved China and its people. He would be so proud to hear of D being there now. I sorted out one or two photographs of my husband's regiment when in Shanghai for my son to put on Facebook for his son. The wonders of modern computers.