It’s nearly a year since we lost our big car. A huge Ford Galaxy with much room for camping gear, trips home to Cornwall and outings with carfree friends. She was a workhorse of a vehicle and when she finally turned up her toes, we were pretty stumped.
One year on and although we now have a beautiful blue banger outside the gate, my daughter is more than used to cycling to school, I’ve taken up running (as well as cycling) and inspired by all this, my husband has also dug out his bib shorts and running shoes. We live next to the calm Blackwater River, which means that if the ground is dry, getting around traffic-free is simple and with each week the colour palette changes. Delightful and much more fun than sitting at traffic lights.
I’d given up cycling for the winter but with the bikes checked over and helmets dug out from under the stairs, we start again in earnest next week. Can’t wait!
To rival my Mother’s little black and gold visitor last week, look what turned up in my front garden. I’m well happy.
And finally, if you’ve had enough of me banging on about spring, look away now but
I spent good Sunday morning chill out time changing beds last weekend, just for the sheer joy of seeing the sheets blowing on the line – the first outing my peg bag has had this year. For me, this is a big deal because I hate washing hanging around the house and I just love the fresh linen smell of bringing it in off the line in the evening.
This is the pegbag I made last year to celebrate spring. The stichtwork on the front is a little difficult to see, so I will post better pictures sometime soon but it’s based on a pattern from Christine Leech’s rather delicious book Little Sew & Sew.
Have a happy week, people. If you have your own spring rituals, do share.
