Easter can fall between the 22nd March and 20th April. I mention this because it does vary, and there is a way of working out when it is going to fall. It is based mainly on the 1st new moon after the spring equinox. Which, when you consider we're talking about the Christian God here, not some pagan Earth Mother, seems a very odd way to decide which Sunday is Easter, and Easter being the most important Christian festival. I mean Christmas always falls on the 25th December, but Easter HAS to fall on a Sunday. So it moves.
I mention this as Easter is the fist public holiday of the year, and a lot of folks like to get away for the four day weekend, maybe to see family and/or friends. I was listening the the football on the radio today, and many of the motorways are jammed with traffic. Even with there being snow drifts in the lake district, Scotland and the Isle of Man. People like to get away, get the bucket and spade out and go paddling.
Even with the wind in the north east and with a wind chill factor of minus 5.
Must get away.
Unless you have flu, in which case you can stay at home and watch the snow flurries from the sofa or your sick bed instead of the windscreen as you wait to head round Hangar Lane. If visiting the family sounds too much, there is always Ikea or the garden centre; both great bank holiday leisure activities now. Who'd have thought that in the future we would be sitting in traffic or shopping.
This morning we had a lay in, only broken by the cats demanding food at quarter past seven. I watched MOTD, ate breakfast and messed around with the computer. Outside the cloudy start had turned into a gloriously sunny day, but with a stiff breeze, and once out it felt bitter cold. So, after the football, I decided to walk to the cliffs, just because I was feeling better and it would be a shame to waste the light.
So, with one camera, I set off, wrapped up against the cold. And it was very good, although the hills were steeper than I remembered, so it is clear more walking up and down is needed over the summer months. The ground is bone dry, dried out by weeks of ice cold winds. Anything that has grown is now stunted and wind burnt. There is no new growth in the hedgerows, and no insects are seen. It still feels like winter, albeit with nearly 15 hours sunshine a day.
The cliffs were spectacular, with the high tide crashing against their feet. I took shots from where the cliff had fallen, then headed back to the car park where Jools was waiting to bring me home.
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