Sunday 03.05.2015

Rain/snow not quite arrived this morning so we went for it: grey skies and bitter Easterly wind and it was all about the sounds - the wind in the trees crashing like the sea, the wailing of gates and telephone wires as the wind whipped through and across them and a small piece of black plastic caught on barbed wire, rattling furiously as if trying to escape. All very bracing - actual brain freeze as at several points we walked directly into the wind - but the rewards are plentiful: coffee, toast and honey, fire lit, Bob Harris Sunday on i-player, good book and of course a very slight smugness......... :)
And it`s a bank holiday tomorrow....simple pleasures.