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Our village pub

Our village pub

Lubenham Village School

Lubenham Village School

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Nanook of the North-AKA me

Nanook of the North-AKA me

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Ye Olde Railway Bridge

Ye Olde Railway Bridge

The brook

The brook

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The Church

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Lubenham village-The Towers

Lubenham village-The Towers

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It’s snow joke

The weather forecast has been poor all week, but I was always hopeful that somehow we would escape the snow and ice coming our way and continue with our normal Saturday ice-skating lesson routine.

Alas it was not to be and as the snow gradually turned into a frenzied blizzard early this morning I turned the radio on just in time to hear the traffic report which also told me that the motorway junction we exit to fetch Will was closed due to an accident. Going cross-country didn’t seem such a good idea when the strong advice was not to travel unless necessary, so being the sensible soul I am, I resigned myself to no Will this weekend and no ice skating either and arranged to stay at home.

This hasn’t been such a bad thing though as it has meant I have enjoyed a lazy day which is a rare occurrence for me and one which I would normally rebel against. I like to be on the move, to do things. I don’t rest until my head hits the pillow and then only for an average of 4 hours sleep so for me to go back to bed and sleep until 11.30am this morning was a rare thing indeed.

With nothing to do outside, the garden is under 6″ of snow, the wind is bitter cold and the road treacherous, I have enjoyed sorting out my blog (note the change in format and colour) adding some new links and pictures and deleting the old ones which no longer work whilst listening to old ABBA CDs and watching Inspector Morse episodes! What an admission and bang goes any street cred I had left! But it’s not so bad….

They say a restless body can hide a peaceful soul 
A voyager and a settler, they both have a distant goal 
If I explore the heavens, or if I search inside 
Well, it really doesn’t matter as long as I can tell myself 
I’ve always tried

(Abba, Move On)

“The secret of a happy life is to know when to stop – and then go that bit further.”

“When I’m thinking, I get thirsty.”

(Inspector Morse)

First Fall

                          

 

First snow of winter
Crisp, white blankets smother fields
Gentle drifts, flurries 

Clouds pregnant with flakes
Release icy blasts, blizzards
Bitter cold, frozen

Icing-topped branches
Coated in white crystal shards
Icicles hang tight

Eerie yellow light
Signals mid-afternoon dusk
Bursts of sleet rain down

Sunrise brings new warmth
A slow thaw starts where rays reach
Transform. White to green.