Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether summer clothe the general earth With greeness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall Heard only in the trances of the blast, Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.
My daughter-in-law keeps asking me to start writing blog posts again so here I am. I've decided that even though it's several months since my visit to Spain I'm going to begin with that. Reading back through the years I've realised that I really enjoy reading about all the places I've visited and it's a far better record than just photographs. My memory is a little hazy after all this time but I've done my best:) This is just a starter post with a photo of Bilbo Baggins taken in March up on Blackamoor. He's 12 years old now and still going strong in spite of only having three legs and is still perfectly capable of doing all our old walks. So here we go again!