On Friday last week we had lovely weather: blue sky, sunny, so warm that we ate our salad lunch out on the patio. So warm, I was thinking of suncream.
We went up to Marks Hall, knowing that the weekend would be spent on duty at Paycocke's House.
We saw lots of primroses,
daffodils
and ducks engaging in curious mating rituals, bobbing heads in unison under the water. Spring was here at last.
I say "was" because on Saturday morning we woke to snow. The temperature had fallen by ten to fifteen degrees overnight. In the house, the chill was intense. Now we know why they needed all those layers of woollen clothing.
We went up to Marks Hall, knowing that the weekend would be spent on duty at Paycocke's House.
We saw lots of primroses,
daffodils
and ducks engaging in curious mating rituals, bobbing heads in unison under the water. Spring was here at last.
I say "was" because on Saturday morning we woke to snow. The temperature had fallen by ten to fifteen degrees overnight. In the house, the chill was intense. Now we know why they needed all those layers of woollen clothing.
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1 comment:
Beautiful photos - except for the last one. I can feel the chill!
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