We had an appointment in Rye. Pre Covid I would have spent a happy couple of hours wandering the streets and nipping into the shops along with a spot of lunch or a coffee in a cafe watching the world go by. But with the shops shut, the cafes only serving takeaway coffee in paper mugs and my favourite art gallery locked. It was a short trip. We popped into the fishmongers. The only thing they had was scallops. So that's what we got. They were glorious with salad and chips.
This morning my painting from Thursday was posted by The Walled Nursery. I am so delighted that they liked it.
Tom came to stay for the weekend. He came with Fable his eleven week old puppy who was introduced to many new experiences including children, chickens and the smells of the cat who disappeared as soon as she saw him.
We did our first Puppy sitting this morning was a delight when the puppy is adorable and very well behaved. Tom was able to go biking. It feels good being able to help out.
This evening we ate butternut squash curry while watching Spiral. We only have a few gripping episodes left.
The house seems very empty without Tom and his puppy.
Harriet and I did a yoga session with Zoe. She helped us get our heart rate up and toned our core.
I spent a few hours on the computer sorting out the new pictures for the Weald of Kent Art Societies latest challenge. Some great entries from members.
I would not have gone for a walk in the rain if it had not been a prearranged date. I felt revived for being outside. We passed by The Walled Nursery. Nick and Ian are the new owners and were working. We got invited in to take a look around. It is amazing the work they have undertaken. They have exciting plans for the future. Good luck guys it is looking amazing. I look forward to drinking coffee and cake in May.
Sarah and I walked and talked through the streets of Cranbrook. We got coffee to take with us from Arthur's. For the umpteenth time I ordered Americano instead of flat white. When did coffee become so complicated?
Due to the ongoing Covid restrictions my art class was on-line. There were six of us this evening which made for some good ideas. We were working on opposites.
My Mum and Dad had an incinerator in their garden. I have always desired one. Tim gave me one for my birthday last year and it has sat in the woods unused. Our burning tasks have always been to immense for it to be used. Until today. It was perfect to dispose of brambles. I listened to London Grammar to try and quieten the thoughts I have batting around my head.
After a violent hail storm the sun came out and we walked into the village to meet Hetty and Bella after school. Herbie found that a puddle was much more entertaining than the swings and climbing frames.
It was a joyful grandparent moment to watch Hetty and Bella skipping up the drive on their way to school this morning.
We have been waiting for the wind to be in the right direction so we don't smoke out our neighbours. Today it was perfect. After a damp stertorous start we spent a happy couple of hours feeding the fire. One down two to go.
Sarah and I had chosen an afternoon when the weather looked fine. We met in Coop carpark. It was raining. Damn it. We walked through a very sad looking Cranbrook high street to get coffee to fuel our walk. Arthurs, which does the most delicious coffee, was shut. Thank goodness we had each others glorious company.
I was expecting to have woken up spring like. Then I found out that the first day of Spring is not until 20th March so no wonder I was feeling less than buoyant.
Sandi Toksvig told me that research has shown that putting the subtitles on when children are watching television increases their reading ability. I wonder if the reverse happens. Maybe watching Spiral will make me fluent in French.