There have been delightful signs of spring.
Crocus flowers just beginning to open in the gardens at work.
Skies are still grey and wild,
the winds still howl as Storm Malik gives way to Storm Corrie and the rain hammers down,
but there is still promise.
Yesterday we drove over to Eldest and his lovely partner and spent the afternoon with them,
chatting and catching up...
...exploring their lovely little town overflowing with history,
and quirky and unexpected sculptures.
We wrapped up but probably could have worn a lot more as we followed the trails.
My fingers soon felt chilled to the bone as I tried to take photos,
so they are few and far between.
Storm Malik was reaching it's peak as we went past one of the many reservoirs near by,
we stopped to watch the boiling and violent water with the spray whipping wildly in the buffeting winds.
Once again the weekend has slipped unhesitatingly to an end before we are ready for it to finish.
We have filled most of the hours, so shouldn't complain,
but a day or two more
would not have
Hope your week is a happy one🤍🤍🤍🤍
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