One of the nice things about not going out for Friday lunch is that that leaves Saturday to go out instead. And to that end I have booked a table for two in our local pub - only a couple of miles away. It has a good menu, a blazing log fire, a stone-flagged floor and usually a lot of people. I would guess it has always been what I would call 'a game-keepers' pub' - it retains its old-fashioned appearance and serves good, honest food. I am almost certain I shall order what I always have when I go there (I went last Saturday) - home-made quiche with freshly made chips and a good salad. Time will tell.
Well yet another storm is due to hit the UK later today - Storm Jorge - very high winds and heavy rain. At least the high winds mean that the storm clouds pass over quickly. It is half past ten in the morning and when I started writing this it was cloudy and raining. Now the sky is blue and the sun is out so it is not all bad. Looking at the flooding on the River Servern I am just hoping they don't get much more in that area. This morning I see that the River Ouse has burst its banks in East Yorkshire and there are villages flooded there too. When will it all end. March tomorrow - surely things will soon begin the brighten up.
Climate change - such a contentious issue. I watched Greta Thunberg on the News last evening in Bristol. What an inspiration to the young she is. This morning I read in the Times that she has Aspergers Syndrome and has had a really troubled childhood (but with extremely supportive family around her) - how good to see her now and how her family must be so proud of her. In the past, before Autism and Aspergers were recognised one wonders just how many young people suffered in school and for years afterwards. When I did my Teacher Training (late 60's early 70's) I don't remember any mention of it.
I am sitting looking out of the window into my garden and can't help but marvel that in spite of the absolutely awful weather over the past few months everything in the garden is saying 'it's March tomorrow we must get on with it' - I guess it is the hours of daylight which make a difference. As far as I can see the only plant which appears to have died - and I presume because of too wet a winter - is my French lavender. I shall replace it with something else which doesn't bother about wet weather - I think the French lavender would have been more suited to Cro's garden, where the sun is a bit warmer and the rain a little less frequent. A blackbird sits on the hedge singing its beak off, a little wren scratches under the same hedge, hardly visible in the undergrowth - what a lovely little bird they are.