Out And About In My New Wheels...

We have a problem.

It's Himself's ability to steer in a straight line...he was blaming it on the camber in the road, when I thought that any minute I'd end up in a water-filled ditch full of slimy things that wriggle.

So there I was hanging on for grim death as we wandered about all over the road trying to evade the occasional pot-hole and cow pat...he kept stopping as well...when I asked why have we stopped...again...he said his hands were a bit sore, so then I told him he ought to have worn his gloves and he said he knew that but didn't know where they were...a blatant fib. They're on the hot pipes coming out of the range where all the socks go...

Himself has something horrible on the palms of his hands you see...they actually crack open and bleed if he doesn't wear gloves and sometimes even when he does...he's had all manner of creams and potions...they heal up...he stops using whatever it was that worked...and back it comes again.

But it was ever so nice to get out in the sunshine...bit nippy... but the sun was lovely.

We went as far as the river to gawp at the bridge...they've put the actual span across so I suppose it'd be possible to cross the water if need be...

I walked back as far as the corner because I wanted to look for bird's nests in Jonny's hedge...practically all the leaves have fallen now so it's easy to see the carefully constructed little homes...woven from mosses and nestled between branches...

We didn't see anyone...the street was as quiet as can be...Nancy was tied up on the bit of grass in front of the cottage...she wagged her tail furiously when she saw us...the horses just looked, then turned away...they were munching hay straight from the bale...more important than looking at passing humans.

There's the ever constant faint scent of silage in the air and the rich aroma of earth and decaying vegetation...

It was a grand outing...