'February fill dyke' - not called that for nothing but really there is no need to overdo it is there? We caught the very worst of the weather up here in July with that horrendous thunder storm in which our little village (only a mile from my bungalow) featured on the National News. Some of the houses flooded then have still not been fully restored to normality and as the beck swept past their gates yesterday I am sure there was more than one quaking heart. But boards and sandbags kept the overflowing beck on the road rather than down the drives. So all was well this time.
Today it is just windy and mostly dull - now and again a brief burst of sunshine, but fleeting. Well, it is February and for many years this is the kind of weather we would expect. But contrarily for the last few years it has not been like that, so when bad weather hits, as it has done this week end, we feel badly done by.
The lady who cleans for me rang to say could she come tomorrow instead as one of her grand children was not well enough to go to school, so I seem to have been wandering about aimlessly all day doing more or less nothing. I have some very busy days coming up so really it has probably done me a lot of good.
Looking out on the garden snowdrops, crocus and pink hellebores are all flowering away with not a care in the world. Isn't it good how nature carries on regardless. As I came back from lunch out yesterday I passed fields full of Swaledale sheep sheltering in the walls and hedgebacks. What hardy animals they are. On Breakfast Television
this morning Amanda Owen, the Yorkshire Shepherdess, who lives up the top end of Swaledale, was showing rounding up these hardy sheep to bring them down to lower ground. Not all that long before they lamb - maybe eight weeks at most - out in all weathers and they didnt look all that keen to come down off the tops in spite of seeing the drier grass. We are a hardy lot up here.