Last night it was blowing a gale, and one of our fencing panels gave up the ghost. The replacement was delivered this afternoon. It's still very gusty out there, and not particularly pleasant. I've just ventured outside with the washing basket. If the laundry doesn't end up in a neighbour's garden, there may be a chance that it will be slightly dry when I bring it back in. I can't wait for the first of the real Spring days, when it's a pleasure to peg out the washing, listening to the birds and scanning the garden for the first signs of what is to come. There are already splashes of white under the trees, where the snowdrops are well up and rea
dy for their first photo of the year.
dy for their first photo of the year. It was hard work ploughing through the muddy fields near Clifton Campville on Wednesday and the biting wind and grey skies didn't make it one of the better days out with the walking club. We had to keep our heads down and our eyes to the ground, as we slipped and slithered around. Typical February weather. As usual, the company was good though, and we finished the day off, enjoying our teas and coffees, sitting next to a roaring fire in The Green Man. Thanks to Jill and Brian for planning the walk. The previous Wednesday, Molly and I had led the walkers around Hartshill under similar conditions, and completely different to the day we'd done our pre-walk, when the day couldn't have been better. I hate cleaning muddy walking boots!
Mike and I spent yesterday morning inspecting the new wing of Good Hope Hospital (by special invitation as members of the Patients and Carers Committee). We were very impressed with everything we saw, and were told about, and it was obvious that everyone we met felt the same, especially the nursing staff who were looking forward to the opening on 16 February. We then caught the train to Birmingham and after a quick lunch, spent most of the afternoon at the Pre-Raphaelite Exhibition at the Gas Hall. Well worth a visit. My feet never suffer after a day out with the walking club but last night I certainly suffered with 'museum feet' (due to wearing fashion boots).
I'm hoping that this weekend I'll be down on the plot again, and wearing yet another type of boot - my wellies!
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