What do you do on a grey, damp Sunday morning when there`s a blustery cold wind blowing and the promise of rain or even snow showers and you have lots of things you want to do before you have to go to work?
You get out there is what or the day escapes.
So we strode up the hill, dog scurrying about, me wishing I`d put a hat on, walking really fast to warm up.
The crows made a big fuss as we passed but really just showing off their swooping and diving skills. A huge hare galloped across the field in front of us: slightly spooky things - don`t witches turn themselves into hares so they can steal milk direct from the cow`s teat? Or something.
Back in perfect time for boiled egg and soldiers, toast, marmalade and heinously strong black coffee accompanied by a few choruses of "I Still Believe" (Frank Turner`s song that is, not the execrable Bachelor`s anthem from aeons ago -I`m getting in the mood for Frank on Wednesday night re-scheduled from before Christmas because of the snow, which is why more snow is forecast of course).
And there we are, on with the rest of the day`s activities, all warm and snug - and smug - watching the weather deteriorate outside. Carpe diem indeed.
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