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11/01/2022

Today is Tuesday

The crows above my head are cawing and cackling with what appears to be delight. They tumble and turn, buoyed by the light breeze and warmed my the gentle hazy sunlight. For the first time in a few days, the clouds have broken and slivers of blue slide behind the breaks. As the day wears on, the sky becomes more visible and by the time we set off for our walk, the day feels fresh and bright.  
Moss sets her shoulders and pulls me up the hill, normarily I would rein her in but her keenness is infectious and we all yomp up the lane only stopping to catch up with folk we'd not seen for ages - conversation gushes as we both start and finish each others sentences - as we had done in a time prior. We make plans to catch up properly.
We continue up the lane, through the playing fields at the top of the hill then along through the sheep fields - looking for any calves in the neighbouring pasture. A small herd of Highland coos  over-winter up on this ridge each year and as January slides into February - shaggy calves appear looking not dissimilar to oversized teddy bears.
Down the other side of the hill we join the path which takes us through the nature reserve. Moss can not get into the river fast enough. All the streams are full and flowing merrily and 'Sagar's Lake' (a heavily silted mill pond) is full with bathing ducks. The bulrush heads seem to float above their straw-coloured stems. There is very little sound apart from the distance rumble of traffic, our footsteps and the occasional bird song.
The further along the nature reserve we walk, the clearer the skies and it feels pleasantly mild and wonderful to be out. The reflections in the mill pond capture me for a moment and I pause to take a photograph and preserve this precise minute.
At the far end of the nature reserve is a busy little cafe - well frequented by dog walkers and families, Youngest and I don masks and purchase three take away teas. Then, Youngest, his Girl, Moss and I sit and watch the ducks on the upper lake (another millpond renovated in the late 1980s) as we drink steaming hot strong tea. 
Tea drunk and the sun gently sliding back behind slivers of thin cloud, we set off back home. We stick to the footpath alongside the road back into the village - I am plotting another mug of tea, there is lunch to be made and Uni work to be done. I also have things to do and a blanket to get on with.
It is growing and feels heavy and warm on my lap as I add rows -  now over half way there - it should not take too much longer to get to the end and then a few bordering rows to finish. There is a double bed waiting for it😊 

Hope your Tuesday was a good one, gently getting you ready for Wednesday xxxx
 

12 comments:

  1. That blanket is amazing! Your pic reminds of when my mother, back in the early seventies when everyone decorated with bulrushes, tried to get some free from a ditch and got stuck. I have such a smile on my face now - thank you!

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    1. Thank you 😊 you had me chuckling at your mother's antics!

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    2. Haha, my grandad had a pot of bulrushes on his stair landing! Apparently dried flowers are making a comeback :0

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  2. Lovely walk Kate & now you've prompted me to take my poor underused camera of late on a walk & capture some bulrushes on one of our local walks in their summer finery. Oh, your rug is growing beautifully & love it over the wall. Now where do I have a stone wall near here so I can take mine & drape it over. Might do a similar post.....is that OK? Thanks for sharing & motivating me. Take care & hugs. PS: it's mighty windy here today so hope we do get out so I can share.

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    1. Hi Susan - of course you can 😊 would be good to see your blanket out and about (I have seen photos of it and it is lovely)

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  3. Oh, can't remember if I hit 'publish'! so you may get two messages :0 ...

    I loved your Tuesday Kate :) :) :) Laughed out loud at you 'plotting another mug of tea'. Your blanket is simply amazing!!! xXx

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  4. That blanket is absolutely magnificent - I love it slung over the wall like that, it really shows off the glorious colours. xxx

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  5. That blanket is *gorgeous*! I didn't 'get' the colour combo at first glance, but now it's all come together I absolutely love them, especially combined with the textures and patterns. It's inspired me!

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  6. What a beautiful blanket. That will be SO warm to snuggle under in bed.

    A lovely walk too. We have one planned for today though it is still very misty here, so photos may look a bit grey.

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  7. The blanket is beautiful and so colorful. Looks like fun mixes of stitches. What an interesting place you have to walk. Just got back from a walk myself. Walked with a friend and we stopped to watch some horses for awhile.

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  8. HI. Second attempt to leave a comment! Just as I was to click the Publish button, my PC lost internet connection and when it returned my comment text did not return!!!! Grrr. Years ago I had some stems of bullrushes in a container at home and they seemed to be happy. Then I read somewhere how the fluffy seeds can suddenly erupt from the stem. There are loads of them. So I took my bullrush stems outside! Your blanket is looking wonderful, so cheerful. x

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