This box full of delight brought to me by mountainear has been keeping my spirits up for a week or two when I have been drinking my cup of tea in the wooden greenhouse. I have kept sticking my nose outside, smelling for spring but it has been so cold only the snowdrops have replied.
But today we woke to clear blue skies, a sharp frost down in the valley but up here on the hill the day quickly became one where the you could feel the season on the turn. I went hunting for flowers and found one of my hellebores had burst out of its fat bud while I had my back turned. Tip her head up and look into her face.
This morning was spent making bread and sowing seeds in the still chilly greenhouse. This afternoon it was time to lift our own heads up from the list of things to do and get out onto the hills.
The catkins are hanging on the hazels. This is a cobnut we planted in our field, shining with spring.
Up on the ridge just below Penycloddiau there are still patches of snow and the landscape is bleached of colour. But even up here we found a tiny lamb, an early one I think as all the other sheep are clearly still waiting but seemingly ok in the pale sunshine.
There are calves in the field on the other side of the valley.
While Ian was away I decided it was time to make the new curtains for the cottage. I have been putting this off for at least four months, maybe six. First of all I couldn't find any material I liked at a price I could afford so that was a fine excuse. Then I read a recommendation for Textile Express on Annie's blog. Textile Express has a fab website but when I realised it was only forty minutes away in Oswestry I had to visit. Wonderful choice, great prices; material purchased. Then I carried on putting the job off because I was a bit daunted by the fact that two of the curtains are full length ones for doors but there is nothing like knowing you have a few days to yourself to make you feel you can get your teeth into a project. And amazingly, now it is done. As I have been thinking of nothing else for about a week I thought I would share with you my own advice on how to make lined curtains. I am not a supremely talented sewer but I have made loads of these over the y…
Well a whole month has whizzed away since I last blogged and its hard to know where the time has gone: a visit from a dear friend who lives in France was the focus of the beginning of July. I love the way that a visitor makes us get out into this lovely part of the world in which we live rather than gardening and working and sticking to our admittedly delightful routine. A highlight was a walk on the beach at Newborough Warren in Anglesey (Llanddwyn in Welsh) and a meal at Dylan's in Menai Bridge looking out over the water. Newborough Warren is large and wild, fringed by pine forest which is home to red squirrels, and crowned by an island accessible at low tide. You can look across the sea to the mountains of Snowdonia or away out west towards Ireland. Why do I love the west? I do not really know but the North West, Wales and west Wales, North West Scotland and the South West of England all draw me and the sun going down over the sea always sings to me.
It is six months to the day since I started couch to 5k. So how has it been? Is it worth doing? Am I still running? Have I lost two stone and become an elite athlete? Er, no to that last one.
I am still running and to my surprise I really enjoy it now. When I was going through the programme I always loved how I felt afterwards but I often struggled with the runs themselves. It was hard. My legs sometimes worked when my lungs didn't want to. I kept going through the nine weeks of C25k as much because I am stubborn as for any other reason. I didn't want to do it sometimes but I didn't want to give up more.
Couch to 5k is a bit of a misnomer I think. When I got to the end of the nine weeks I was astonished and delighted to find that I could run for 30 minutes but I was nowhere near being able to run 5km. My first 5k was my first park run, six weeks later. It took me 46 minutes and I was absolutely amazed that I could do it but oh it was hard! But here I am, six m…