Back to winter.

Here we seem to get one day of warm, sunny weather and then we revert to chilly, cloudy or rainy weather.  Monday was a lovely day for potting up plants and general tidying the garden.   Now I would not turn a dog out.

Yesterday my god-daughter and her husband came for the day so there was no time for blogging.   We don't see them very often so it was lovely to catch up on all their news.  Then, in the evening, my grandchildren called - so bedtime arrived without the computer being switched on.

Today, friend W and I have been to hear the Scottish poet, Don Paterson, read his work.   The event was part of our local Swaledale Festival and was really well-attended.   There were about sixty people there which is a good turn out for poetry I think.   In the question time afterwards he said that he felt Poetry was as strong as it ever was, and I agree with him.

If you don't know his work do look it up on the internet - it is such powerful stuff and to hear him read it and to see him standing there and using his hands to help indicate his meaning was a real treat.

On the way home we called into a pub for Butternut Squash and Wild Mushroom risotto - delicious.  (try it - I certainly will have a go at making it shortly.)