I seem to have spent most of the last few days clearing them up. Roll on Spring when the job will be over for another year.
And my reward - yes a visit to North Norfolk where the spirit flows free:
Born in the spirit of love
You took flight
Soaring so high and so free
No-one can stop you
You'll always be heard
Our hearts know the truth
Not only does the spirit flow free but the sun was shining and it was a balmy or should that be barmy 11 degrees.
On the way we found a nice new garden centre at Letheringsett, just outside Holt. It made my mind race back to 1969 and the Woodstock festival. Why I hear you ask?
Well the place is called "Back To The Garden" and in the words of Joni Mitchell:
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion-year-old carbon
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
Today I'm on a mission to capture some of that wonderful North Norfolk light - particularly as the sun goes down over the sea. If anything comes out and sometime it does and sometimes it doesn't, I will post them with tomorrow's blog.
I have to say the price of a cup of coffee seems to be spiralling out of control. Firstly it hit £2.50 which was pretty bad, but then it raced towards £3. Now it's getting close to £3.50 - or at least it is in Back To The Garden. How long before a cup of coffee costs a fiver?
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My final comment today surrounds the awfulness (is that a word?) of Saturday night television. Actually I found Michael MacIntyre's Big Show entertaining in a strange kind of way, but it was followed by a double dose (note the medical intended pun there) of Casualty.
"Dying is not a spectator sport" said one patient.
Another just caught his leg in a load of boulders and we had graphic shots of the leg being hacked off with a knife (all good clean honest fun on a Saturday night - not). Actually it was totally gross.