Winter is approaching. I can feel her cold-icy clutches and everywhere is grey. She’ll be here soon and will be shoving Autumn out the door, and unpacking her bags and will be breathing cold air on our checks and down our necks.
Yesterday, the clocks moved forward and so the days are shorter. I’m thinking – we’ve got four-months-of-this, how on earth will we manage to keep our heads above water? Okay fine, I’m exaggerating, but you get the picture and it’s not sunny nor is it rosy.
This week, it’s been grey all over. The sky, even the houses look grey, everywhere I look is grey. From my kitchen table, I look out and see this:
Yep, it’s certainly is a bleak world out there. I wonder if the cows grazing on the headland notice how grey it is, or even care? Most probably not.
It’s little T’s half-term break and tomorrow we go on holiday in Wales, not that the weather is any different there, but it’s our special place and I’ll tell you exactly where, in the following day or so but let us get there first 😉 And we’re hoping the place will cheer us up a bit and maybe, just maybe, we’ll drive back to Cornwall, happy bunnies. Oooh Easter! Wouldn’t it be great if by the time we get back it will indeed be Easter? Oh happy days.
Now excuse me while I put my head in the oven.
Hope it is sunny and cheerful wherever you are!