Mid afternoon, and what promised to be a pleasant warm and sunny day has suddenly deteriorated into a wet, cold and windy day. Rather a disappointment as the forecast for the week end is ghastly. Storm Dennis this time and our town and the neighbouring village are bracing themselves for a downpour and hoping for the best. There are signs of Spring everywhere, which makes the whole thing worse somehow. Almost every garden on the estate has a few snowdrops, primroses, hellebores or crocuses out, tulips are poking through and the Viburnums around are in full flower (all of them (including mine) have been badly pruned and are well past the point of no return but the flower clusters are pleasant to look at.)
Out to lunch with friend W (scampi, chips and peas and fish pie with crispy kale respectively) and then a look in the lovely shop at Tennants where they have such a super collection of possible gifts. Now back home and just time to order myself a pair of boots in the Hotter Sale with my two Premium Bonds received this morning.
As I write this, hordes of rooks keep swooping over my back garden, blown about by the wind - and they seem to be enjoying it. I love rooks - they have always been my favourite bird since childhood, when my bedroom window looked out over a rookery (now long gone) and the same rooks that crossed the farm each morning and evening on their way from and back to their rookery now cross my garden as it is on their flight path to the upper dale where they fan out and find things to eat.
I shall now go and make myself a cup of tea and settle down to watch the last episode of Antiques Road Trip for this week. At last the young man has cottoned on to what to buy in order to not lose a stack of money each night - so fingers crossed for him tonight.