Sunday, 18 March 2018

√Snowy Sunday

Lots of the white stuff swirling around this morning so we had a walk down to the 'paper' shop. Luckily it hadn't blow away.
Bradshaw Lane was grim in places.
After some snow shifting with neighbour Chris
(I couldn't find the shovel)
we had a short walk up to The Raggalds Inn (closed), along Roper Lane , past Shugden Barn and down the fields to Bradshaw Lane.


In the garden: Robin, Dunnock, 6 Starlings, 4 Blackbirds.

Just Carrion Crow, Magpie and Woodpigeon seen on our snowy Raggalds walk.

That snow poem!

Very soon there will be a very sunny spring, 
and all this snow,and easterly blow,
will be a very ancient memory thing.
it will be no longer like living in north Glencoe.

Yours, very truly ....Greta Garbo.

My other poem is even better:-

The boy stood on the burning deck
His feet touched the water.


Sue - where have you hidden my little yellow pills?

The Bonnet

Roper Lane

A tough old bird

Roper Lane

Roper Lane

Bradshaw from Shugden Barn

Another tough ....

A Clingon

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