The question of whether it's actually Spring or not yet is, according to the Met office, a question of whether you favour the astronomical or the meteorological definition. I favour my instinct and there's a certain freshness in the air that, despite the piercing chill, tells me that Spring has sprung.
It's felt like a quiet winter. Low key following the house move in Autumn. There's been new routines to adapt to, new surroundings to explore and, really, we haven't even scratched the surface. So, as we prepare for longer days, fewer layers and more exploration, here's a quick summary of how I've been spending my winter.
Lots of blisteringly cold dog walks on the beach.
One epic uphill hike
A road trip back to the dales to enjoy Burns night with some good friends lead to much laughter at this road name on the way home... Easily pleased, I know.
When it got too cold there was always the 2p slot machines.
Not forgetting pancakegate, aka my complete inability to flip a pancake.
So, there it was, a quiet winter of pottering. What exciting things did you get up to this winter?
2 comments:
I don't believe winter's over until at least May, that way I'm never under-dressed or disappointed.
Glad the move was the right decision for you. xxx
You've settled in wonderfully! It's been gorgeous here today, but still too cold to leave home without a coat.
I love all your photographs :)
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