Just a quick post before I go off to collect friend W and then on to our usual Sunday lunch.
It is a lovely day here. It is warmer, the sun is shining, there is little or no wind and - more importantly - the birds are going mad. As I walked round with Tess I saw a dozen blackbirds, all scratching about in the undergrowth for food; a tree full of great and blue tits at the feeders and some making such a racket - 'tee-cher', 'tee-cher'.
Everyone seemed more cheerful , calling across the road to one another - all the same thing -
'Spring seems to be coming this morning'. Oh my goodness, are we ready for it this year.
It is now half past four and I am back from lunch out with my friends (cod loin in Hollandaise sauce
with mashed and roast potatoes, broccoli, carrots and diced swede in a very nice sauce , followed by a very light chocolate pudding and custard. we sat in the bar for an hour with a cup of tea - lovely). I came in and took Tess for a walk, turned the central heating up and am now just updating my post before settling down with a cup of tea.
How different the day has turned out to be. From that lovely sunny start it has developed into a foggy day (and very cold fog at that) and there is nothing spring-like about it. Going out just now I was struck by the silence - not a bird singing and I can't say I blame them.