Continued
The morning mist had long since disappeared leaving several hours of bright weather, another lovely February day.
After taking the above photograph, I made my way home, in good time to enjoy lunch over the road. On my walk, I met and conversed with a neighbour from the road below, parallel to where I live, and also a couple, also from nearby, the gentleman telling me that, as a young teenager, he had been to my very first effort as a D.J. at the then Harpur Hill Club in November1977. While I would go on to run a local mobile discotheque until 2009, he reminded me that the local youth on that very first night knew I had never done this before! At the time, I had been assured it my efforts (albeit with one turntable) were successful, and the Wednesday night gigs would continue for around another two years, during which time I would invest in professional sound and lighting equipment.
Friday evening, 5th February.
This morning, I had a plan. After getting up, I would have breakfast, and before doing anything else, go for a decent walk. Just as I was striding out, the people repairing my carport roof arrived, requesting a brew! They appear to have carried out an excellent job in preventing further leakage of driving rain, which seems to be a regular occurrence these days. I returned inside the house and made a coffee for both men, and then set off on my walk. But, it wasn’t long before I bumped into a former neighbour revisiting the house on our lane he still owns. I did walk for 53 minutes around the estate, but nowhere near as far as I managed yesterday. The roofers were just finishing off when I arrived back at home and were glad of a second coffee…I was happy to oblige.
I chilled out this afternoon, watching some T.V. and preparing a simple meal. Cold weather is forecast from tomorrow to well into next week. It all brings the advent of Spring. The snowdrops planted in my front garden in 2018, and which I have never seen, because I have always been away, have yet to appear, while elsewhere in Harpur Hill, they flood people’s gardens.
I was recommended to watch The Durrells on Netflix the other day. I’m about to watch episode 5 of series 1. For some reason, although there are no trains in it, (yet?) it does remind me, somewhat, of The Railway Children, except that in the Railway Children, the bread-winning father has ended up, unjustly, in prison; in “TheDurrells”, Mrs Durrell is left to bring up a family of (I think) three boys and a girl, ranging in ages from 11 to 21, as Mr. Durrell has departed this life. As in “Thee Railway Children”, the family are plunged into financial hardship. Am I enjoying this? It’s OK but I’m not exactly waiting for the next episode.
The week has flown by; I am less alarmed by the prospect of cold weather next week. No doubt I will post further pictures of snow scenes, but Spring is around the corner, as is the advent of “year 73!” (and of course, Lent!)
Thanks for reading, David, 20.15hrs 5/2/21
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