Tuesday 29th December 2015

Monday

Bank Holiday

Could be any day, if I'm honest.

But the calendar says its Monday, therefore it must be. This is because the period between Christmas and New Year blur into one long orgy of sausage rolls, mince pies and avoiding Eastenders and/or Coronation Street. Life is quite miserable enough without made up misery. Each to their own: I used to watch Corry, back when it had one foot in reality: last episode I remember watching was when Alf Roberts was knocked down outside his shop. And Deadenders, seems to be on long argument, and after two failed marriages I have had enough of those.

Anyway, back on with the blog. Monday was expected to be the best day weather-wise, so after breakfast, I went for a walk and Jools stayed behind to do some gardening.

The plan had been to go up to that London, but with the line between Dover and Folkestone closed for several months and there being a Sunday service, or amended Sunday service, we thought it better to wait until Tuesday.

With the sun low, but bright in the sky, just after breakfast I pulled on me walking boots, Jools was staying behind to do some gardening (whatever that is) I set off across the fields to the pig's copse then down the dip, past the ever-growing collection of horses.

Down the dip, avoiding the deepest mud, and all the while marveling at the glorious light the low sun was casting over the land, while above the sky is criss-crossed by con trails.....

Up onto the downs with views over the rolling landscape down to the edge of the cliffs.

Even now, at the every end of the year, signs of summer are still about, with a single knapweed back in flower, even if the wind had blown it flat to the ground.

Sheep had been allowed to graze the field nearest the cliffs, adding some interest in an otherwise plain green field. And of course, the view from the cliff edge was as spectacular as ever.

Then all that was left was to retrace my steps back home for lunch.

We have rolls for lunch, and the last of the mince pies. So many mince pies.

The afternoon passed quietly, listening to the radio, messing around on the computer and listening to more football on the radio. Yes, more football. City were playing Villa at home, and needed to win really. THis they did, 2-0, so reach the end of the year and the half way point of the season on 20 points, which will do.

Which lest us the whole evening with the 3rd season of The Bridge to begin with, we got through two episodes, which took us to ten o'clock and time for bed. Phew, this relaxing is tiring!