Peeled from the sofa

Was forcibly dragged from the sofa by my loving husband as he said that I needed fresh air.

We set off from Chart Sutton Church – and there were snowdrops. While scanning in photos from my past I found one of Linton Youth hostel garden which was one mass of snowdrops – taken at Easter in 1970 – so there is proof of global warming!
We went for a stroll in the country along the Greensand Ridge, and for a pint at Grafty Green – and in my case – an involuntary slide down a hill on my backside. Luckily this was on the way back to the car so my muddy rear wasn’t seen by anyone.
It was a gorgeous sunny day and we ended it by sitting at the end of the garden watching the sun go down, and discussing the amount of work needed on the house, garden and allotment. If we want to do about half the list I think that this may possibly have been the last walk of the year!

Here are pictures.

We passed this house which was tumbledown and like a witches cottage – if done up it would be worth an absolute bomb. It looked as if hippies or a witch lived there – obviously the ideal home for me. I waited until we had walked past until I took the photo in case someone came out and shouted.
More signs of Spring.

View from the ridge.

Pale faced tree hugger.

“No, I am not going to carry you.”

Peeled from the sofa

Was forcibly dragged from the sofa by my loving husband as he said that I needed fresh air.

We set off from Chart Sutton Church – and there were snowdrops. While scanning in photos from my past I found one of Linton Youth hostel garden which was one mass of snowdrops – taken at Easter in 1970 – so there is proof of global warming!
We went for a stroll in the country along the Greensand Ridge, and for a pint at Grafty Green – and in my case – an involuntary slide down a hill on my backside. Luckily this was on the way back to the car so my muddy rear wasn’t seen by anyone.
It was a gorgeous sunny day and we ended it by sitting at the end of the garden watching the sun go down, and discussing the amount of work needed on the house, garden and allotment. If we want to do about half the list I think that this may possibly have been the last walk of the year!

Here are pictures.

We passed this house which was tumbledown and like a witches cottage – if done up it would be worth an absolute bomb. It looked as if hippies or a witch lived there – obviously the ideal home for me. I waited until we had walked past until I took the photo in case someone came out and shouted.
More signs of Spring.

View from the ridge.

Pale faced tree hugger.

“No, I am not going to carry you.”

Fading away..

Yet more whining from the sick bed of yours truly.

I am still sandwiched between my hitech hotwater bottle (the laptop) and the settee – and am beginning to feel like Beth from Little Women – although am hoping for happier ending.

Phil, Dan and Jake have succumbed and we are all holed up in different rooms, not daring to speak as this brings on hacking coughs. Jill – who started all this – must have had a homeopathic dose as she is fine, and has put the loss of Velcro behind her by going out on the town and meeting new people.

I have also become addicted to Flickr -and having tagged most of my photos am now yearning to start putting them on maps and joining groups. This is a complete waste of time when I could be knitting and watching Scrubs.

In an attempt to get away from the tentacles of Flickr I returned to my previous blog stalking addiction and came across this one – Confessions of a Misplaced Southern Belle – she is trying to make enough money to build a house in New Orleans (yes, you can sing that last bit – if you must)

You have to donate – Brad Pitt says thankyou! And the exchange rate is good so you can feel all angelic and saintly for less.

Fading away..

Yet more whining from the sick bed of yours truly.

I am still sandwiched between my hitech hotwater bottle (the laptop) and the settee – and am beginning to feel like Beth from Little Women – although am hoping for happier ending.

Phil, Dan and Jake have succumbed and we are all holed up in different rooms, not daring to speak as this brings on hacking coughs. Jill – who started all this – must have had a homeopathic dose as she is fine, and has put the loss of Velcro behind her by going out on the town and meeting new people.

I have also become addicted to Flickr -and having tagged most of my photos am now yearning to start putting them on maps and joining groups. This is a complete waste of time when I could be knitting and watching Scrubs.

In an attempt to get away from the tentacles of Flickr I returned to my previous blog stalking addiction and came across this one – Confessions of a Misplaced Southern Belle – she is trying to make enough money to build a house in New Orleans (yes, you can sing that last bit – if you must)

You have to donate – Brad Pitt says thankyou! And the exchange rate is good so you can feel all angelic and saintly for less.