March is such an odd month with such odd weather. Take today, for example.
Someone I am fond of was nervous yesterday about a hospital appointment, so I rang him this morning to see how he got on. As I was chatting, standing in the kitchen, the sun disappeared and snow started to blow across the window. In seconds the edge behind the house was gone in a grey flurry.
Was he OK ? Yes. Great relief all round.
Cycling seemed pretty much out of the question, so I spent the morning in the freezing shed, finishing a puzzle for our son in Colorado. Snow was blasting away most of the morning, and back in the house the heating was nudged up to thermo-nuclear.
After lunch, all changed, and the sun came out. Even some patches of blue sky, and just about enough to make a pair of sailor's trousers, providing he was on the small side.
Sue had discovered a new track while out on her bike last week, but got stuck when highland cattle blocked the road and looked threatening. She wondered just how threatening they might be, and where the track came out, so we walked up after lunch and were soon high above the village looking out over miles of hills towards Chatsworth.
Across a cattle grid, and round a corner, and suddenly there they were, the nylon cattle, clustered round a stile and looking like slightly tired bison but with extravagant horns. A quick calculation suggested that they would move more quickly than we could once they got going, so caution won and we turned back, beatng a strategic retreat.
Odd to live here for 20 years and suddenly find a new track, though. If only life were so obliging.
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