I Wish We Had Some Bread

Husband and I are incompatible when it comes to walking. Husband likes a two to three hour tramp most days, but I with wonky knees and a pair of crutches to contend with usually manage 40 minutes. I often go by myself down to the farm or the airfield or just around the village, sometimes our neighbour comes along with me. Today she and I drove to The Cotswold Water Park (a posh name for a large collection of gravel pits) which is five minutes away. I actually do not enjoy these gravel pits or "lakes" as they like to be known, I find man-made areas turned back to nature can be a bit harsh. However as these "lakes" were frozen over we decided to make a visit. We stood and watched these poor birds swimming round in a small circle of unfrozen water - they assumed we had something to eat for them and with wobbly legs they staggered over to us across the ice. Unfortunately their effort was unrewarded because we had forgotten to bring any food with us - we felt guilty.

It started to snow. Has anyone else noticed that the air smells different when it snows?

Home Alone on this Awful Day

This is the weather for ducks! Poor Husband is out in all this rain playing golf. He is 10 years older than the other three players and I think he would rather be inside keeping dry today. So I am home alone with Rescue Dog of course. Rescue Dog hates the rain and will have to be pushed outside for a pee soon. His eyebrows crinkle up, his ears and tail clamp down - he hurries outside but at the moment is put off by the cows that are curiously watching him from the other side of the fence. Rescue Dog is just a wimp!