We had met up at Fisherton Mill a lovely gallery and cafe just a few yards from the station and a much more pleasant venue to wait for them than standing about on the station.as their train had been delayed "due to a fatality" as they say (I always wonder why it is the inconvienence that seems so important when some poor soul for whatever reason has lost their life). I enjoyed an hour by myself looking at the wonderful crafts on sale in the shop and then sitting over a coffee whilst I waited. The reindeer above was just outside and was huge, apparently 4 metres tall. If you click on the link you will find out more about him. I didn't see him lit with fairy lights as it was not dark but he was impressive nonetheless!
This little dear is going to get trodden on between the stones of the path so I picked it and along with tow or three more and a couple of leaves and have them on my kitchen windowsill to remind me that spring will come again one day!
No daffodils in flower in my garden as yet but there are signs.
And some periwinkles in bloom against the wall.
This afternoon I walked up through the wood to the post offive to post a birthday card to a friend. It wasn't cold and although not sunny like Monday there was a pale sun coming through the trees here and there. The birds were singing and it sounded like spring. I do hope they won't be fooled into nesting as we are surely going to have some winter weather eventually!
I passed a tree stump beautifully decorated with fungi.
It is all very heartening to see these signs of spring and yet it also seems all wrong too. Should I be rejoicing or worried about the climate change which is making everything flower and fruit at the wrong time of the year, the seasons to be so different, the floods and torrential rain in Cumbria not to mention the weird effects elsewhere in the world. Although I don't want it to snow and to have to totter along icy pavements I miss proper winter weather with frosty mornings and birght sunny days when your breath forms clouds in front of you and your fingers and toes are freezing. Maybe it is a case of wanting what I haven't got or just another symptom of the grey blanket syndrome?