Tonight sees the launch of Wensleydale Writers' new book, called
'Flights of Fancy' written by members and sold in aid of Great North and Yorkshire Air Ambulance Service.
We are launching it in a local village hall. The farmer is in charge of the wine and we have just been to collect it from our local, excellent wine shop - on sale or return. We are very lucky to have in our little market town an absolutely excellent independent grocer who also deals in first class wines.
There will be a nice spread of food prepared by two local ladies, so it should be a splendid evening - and we do hope to sell a lot of books. The Air Ambulance service is important round here when some places are quite remote. It certainly helped me when I was suddenly ill two and a half years ago - the only trouble was I had an exciting ride in a helicopter and knew nothing about it.
Our pleasant, almost Spring weather of the weekend has disappeared once more and today there is a sharp Easterly wind blowing and the temperature is only four degrees Celsius. Will that elusive Spring ever turn up?
Off to bed for an hour now. About three times a year I have a very bad night - for no reason I can put my finger on. Last night was just such a night and I only had about three hours sleep, so a couple of hours now should make me more able to face the celebrations tonight.