Saturday, 14 January 2017

Busy Day

Up early, the cars and the gardens were covered in frost, but by the time we were ready to go out the frost had lifted. We passed several tractors cutting back hedges, they leave such badly damaged wood, so ugly to see, but in a few weeks the hedges will be coming into leaf again and the split and cut edges will be hidden.

Quite a few horse boxes passed us some going in our direction others passing us on the other side of the road. The hunts must have been out locally.

Once in the car park in melton DB went down to the opticians to put in my half price voucher, I was into Argos to pick up the  chest of drawers and the free shoe boxes, the sboxes were out of stock I have to go back in February to collect the, when new stock arrives. We got a chap to take the box to the car for us.

On then to look at the day bed, which was fine, except we could not get it all in the car. We brought part of it back with us, the mattress and back we will have to get collected.

Once home we unloaded the car and had a cup of tea. I started to put the chest unit together and very soon realised that part of it was missing, so tomorrow we have to go back and change it for one that has all the bits. I have taken a photograph, its on my phone, I need to look at the instructions to see how I can get it onto here.

After lunch we set off in bright sunshine to see my friend, as we travelled southwards it became obvious that they had a heavy rain shower, water spraying up off the roads.

A nice couple of hours spent in convivial company before we took the road home, as we journeyed along the A46 the sun began to set and turned the sky and clouds a delicate shade of pink, the night clouds coming in were mackerel, very grey. As we turned onto the road down to Long Clawson the whole of the Vale of Belvior in front of us it was a delicate shade of pink. The fields closest to us showed the spring crops starting to come through, fingers crossed the cold weather does not affect the growth. The towers of the two local churches were lit up. The view from the top of the hill is one I will never tire of looking at, one day, the mist which seems to be ever present will not be there and I maight just be able to get a photograph.

At night all you can see is the twinkling street light of Clawson, Hose and Harby, in the far distance the  warning lights for aircraft  on the tall chimneys of the power station and the lights in Langar.

Supper is on, the curtains drawn and the central heating keeping us warm, what more could you want???

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