Wednesday was a special hat blowing, hair pulling, car door slamming kind of day: a day for padded coats and silly hats. But along with the snapping wind, came bursts of sunshine that made you feel you were dressed in a pocket of warm air.
Pretty soon we were in Catfield and surprise, surprise ...... it turned out to be a proper village with a shop, a pub, a B&B and some lovely properties.
Soon we were walking across wind-dried fields and along pretty lanes. We were free to walk the middle of the road because there was no traffic, other than a giant TNT lorry, negotiating the lanes in search of Ethel at number seven, who had stayed in all day to take delivery of her new low-loader washing machine.
Having seen no one, we were surprised, at the next turn to meet up with the Highway Support Unit in their super, new van. Spotting us, two guys in attractive yellow tops, immediately jumped up and started repairing a tiny blemish on the road: we're talking here of a road ravaged by maybe twenty cars a day. Seems to me the Highway Agency needs to get out and about more.
Finally we shot off, like a pair of March hares, down a tiny track that brought us out next to the most perfect Georgian house: a house where you imagine life to be as contented as a baby's sigh. The picture was perfectly framed with a foreground of daffodils and a trail of smoke blowing across from a garden bonfire.
Wordsworth would have been thrilled.
Amazing display of daffodils..........
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Which made me want to sing and dance.......xxxxx