Wednesday 8th December
On Monday, probably one of the coldest days of the year, in the absence of anything more interesting to do, we walked to Burton. Along the towpath, from the marina, it is probably about 6 miles and took us 2 hours. It was quite a pleasant walk despite the freezing fog and dodgy conditions underfoot!
At one point, just as we were crossing the aqueduct over the River Dove a strange phenomenom occured which neither of us had seen before. The sun came out for a while and the air filled with tiny ice crystals. It was very pretty as they sparkled in the sunlight. As we walked they settled on us like miniature snow!
When we got to Horninglow we turned away from the towpath and headed into town where we did a few bits of shopping then went to the Wetherspoon’s for a well earned pint – oh and to wait for the bus back (six miles is enough for anyone).
Unfortunately we arrived at the pub after 12 and consequently missed the breakfast deadline. We had been spurring ourselves on with the thought of a couple of bacon rolls! We decided to have a sandwich (so I thought) and I ordered a cheese and ham toastie. My errant husband returned from the bar grinning like a Cheshire cat and announced that he had changed his mind and was having ham, eggs and chips (fat git!) I was a little miffed at not being given the opportunity to change my mind also and ate half of his chips in protest!
The return bus was 20 minutes late and we were freezing by the time it arrived (and we could have waited in the pub had we have known).
Yesterday we took George to the village and he has really speeded up now, bless! He’s in training for the walks in Dunwich woods next week! He spent his time in the pub hogging the fire (as usual) and getting lots of cuddles from Kelly. She was freezing behind the bar and as we were practically the only ones in the pub most of the time, came for a warm by George’s fire. The penalty for which was to pay lots of attention to him!
This morning it is a lot milder (about minus 3)! No ice on the inside of the portholes today, hurrah! Perhaps I can soon lose the Michelin Man look when I go out!
