I'd like to say I spent the day sitting in front of a crackling fire and quilting, or knitting, or crocheting, but I haven't.
I've spent the day doing two things (if we don't count taking the dogs out for frequent, short walks).
The main thing I've been doing is eating. I cooked a fried breakfast for the boys because they'd been out in the snow, and I ate it too. Then I made soup and ate that too. With a great chunk of bread. And then when they came in again this afternoon I joined them for tea and crumpets. And now I have pizza in the oven.
The other thing I've been doing is taking loads of photos and videos and putting them on social media.
For example:
a snowbound workshop.
And this:
And the view from the kitchen first thing this morning:
Which was really quite boring because of course everyone in this part of the world was looking out at snow, but it's just so fascinating, and it just kept on coming!
I did get George to take a photo of my finished Kate Davies designed 'Traigh' which I started at the Ros Harwood workshop we did this Autumn (I was posing in a similar fashion to her on the pattern, but it's turned out to be a somewhat less sophisticated photo!).
Finally this evening, when I went out to put away the chicken (although they hadn't come out all day anyway) and geese, we saw this little wren sheltering in the porch.
It was so tiny and fragile and reminded me of the very great loss someone I know has suffered recently.
