The good news is that at last the awful fog has gone. The bad news is that it has been pouring with rain and a gale is blowing up as I write. It is forecast to get more and more blowy over the next twenty four hours and our weather forecasters in their wisdom have decided to adopt the American habit of calling our winter storms by names - starting with A - so this is Abigail on its way.
The first Saturday in the month means only one thing here in this Yorkshire Dales village - the monthly Church Coffee Morning. Considering how heavily it was raining and what a positively awful morning it was the fact that there were forty villagers there was good..
People work so hard for it. I was able to buy two beef lasagnes for £2.50 each, baked by A, who makes delicious lasagne (either turkey or beef) and two pies, baked by another A - one beef and onion and one chicken. Again the price was £2.50 each - so four lunches for £10 can't be bad. We had the beef pie for lunch and it was delicious with new potatoes and broad beans from our freezer (grown earlier in the year in our garden).
The other good thing about the morning is that villagers come along who I would never see were it not for this meeting. I spoke to E, to another E and to L - all nice long chats about this and that.
I sat, as usual, with friend W - and we can chat until the cows come home!
.Then along came A (she of the lasagne) and we chatted about her grand=daughter, who has a tea shop in our little town. What an enterprising young lady. On bonfire night she had the foresight to open up her cafe and serve jacket potatoes with various fillings and hot chocolate to folk watching the bonfire. She did a roaring trade - and so she deserved to with such enterprise!
Home again in time to cook lunch. By this time the pouring rain had stopped and a glishy sun had come out. Now at almost four in the afternoon it is beginning to get dark. All those bonfires scheduled to be lit tonight (round here at any rate) will be soaking wet and will take a bit of getting going I would think.
As for the farmer and I - we will light the wood burner in a minute, eat tea on our knees in front of it and then watch Strictly Come Dancing - pure indulgence, but why not. Isn't that what life is all about?