Green and pleasant land
After last winter's lack of rain, now one of the wettest Aprils on record.
I managed to get out and about last weekend with the walking group. Ray had planned a good route from Ledbury, a small town with some remaining black and white timber-framed houses. Fortunately we avoided the worst of the showers, but rain-coats were in order at times. England is at its most picturesque at this time of year, and this mild area has its fair share of cider apple orchards, and even the occasional vineyard. The bluebells are just approaching their peak too, running through the woodlands and contrasting with the white wood-anemones and the distant fields of bright yellow oil-seed rape.
This weekend was a washout in more ways than one.
Heavy, heavy rain has revealed the faults in my roof repairs - I shall be calling in the builder... again.
Coffee with an aquaintance had to be postponed due to a change in their plans, so I settled down to watch one of the pile of DVDs that I've been accumulating. Weekend had had good reviews. There are few enough films dealing with gay relationships in a serious way, and this one handled it well. A somewhat matter of fact look at the start of a relationship between two men, but not afraid to expose the insecurities, passions, and inner turmoil that can arise. Well acted.
Off to Manchester next weekend. Catching up with Nigel&Dave and no doubt a number of other familiar faces. Let's hope the rain holds off.
I managed to get out and about last weekend with the walking group. Ray had planned a good route from Ledbury, a small town with some remaining black and white timber-framed houses. Fortunately we avoided the worst of the showers, but rain-coats were in order at times. England is at its most picturesque at this time of year, and this mild area has its fair share of cider apple orchards, and even the occasional vineyard. The bluebells are just approaching their peak too, running through the woodlands and contrasting with the white wood-anemones and the distant fields of bright yellow oil-seed rape.
This weekend was a washout in more ways than one.
Heavy, heavy rain has revealed the faults in my roof repairs - I shall be calling in the builder... again.
Coffee with an aquaintance had to be postponed due to a change in their plans, so I settled down to watch one of the pile of DVDs that I've been accumulating. Weekend had had good reviews. There are few enough films dealing with gay relationships in a serious way, and this one handled it well. A somewhat matter of fact look at the start of a relationship between two men, but not afraid to expose the insecurities, passions, and inner turmoil that can arise. Well acted.
Off to Manchester next weekend. Catching up with Nigel&Dave and no doubt a number of other familiar faces. Let's hope the rain holds off.