An afternoon playing for residents of a care home deep in the Yorkshire Dales - just three of us and a book of songs dating back as far as the First World War. Ukuleles for us and a box of instruments for the residents - bells, tambourines, little drums and the like. Some residents in the early stages of dementia, others with mobility problems, others who just feel the need for residential care in what is a very 'homely' home. They seem to enjoy it = we go once a month = I certainly do.
The journey is always pleasant whatever time of year (not least because W drives and I sit and chat and enjoy the view). No lambs yet - I am sure one or two farmers in the Dales will have started lambing but higher up the Dale, where we went, the majority of the sheep are Swaledales and lambing starts much later. The weather was pleasant today but it is easy in January to be lulled into a false sense that Spring is on its way - not so - January, February and even March can be cruel as we go above a thousand feet.
Home again. Tess had her long walk with PetPals this afternoon. Now the doors are locked, we have both had our tea, everywhere is tidied and we have settled down for the evening. Tess to do what she seems to do most of the day now - sleep- and me to watch the one River programme I didn't see - the one on the Amazon. The ones on the Mississippi and the Nile were excellent, so I am looking forward to this one.
When the programme is over I may well start next month's Book Group choice - 'Days without end' by Sebastian Barry. It is about America in the 1850's - the Indian wars and the Civil war. Has anyone read it?