I just popped them on top of a cushion to get the idea. bright. I must be going through a bright phase.
And here is the path I have just walked along. I took the photo because a) I love this walk, and b) to show you how beautifully all the paths are maintained. They are kept ploughed, raked, or whatever they do to them every day, and I have yet to find one not well maintained, and ready for people to walk. It really is superb. The snow on either side of the path is well over a couple of feet deep, and I have no idea how deep the compacted layer is, but if it is anything like the road out of the village, (which never sees warm tyres, so doesn't melt) it must be a good few inches thick. The river is on the left of the photo, but it is frozen and covered with snow.
I had another post all ready to go, but that can wait too. The snow is about to return with a vengeance tonight and tomorrow, and I am a little restless at the moment. Completely NOT following my own stated intentions of yesterday. I am human, you see. The shoulders keep rising to the hunched position. In other words, I am not relaxed. At all. I look as though I am 110.
Right. Pull yourself together, girl, and go and do something . Wash your hair. Make coffee. (And tea.) Find that hook and a ball of wool. Did I mention that I discovered a beautiful wool shop right here in the village? The range of colours is spectacular, and apart from needing a fortune to pay for all the wool I would love to buy, I love popping in to look, and touch and dream. Why is it that I am drawn to the most expensive things?? The wool I love is the most expensive in the shop, which is just typical. I have also got a quilt to finish too, under this desk. And I am still reading the one book I brought with me this time, though a page or 2 is all I can concentrate on at a time. I cannot tell you how frustrating that is.
The relaxation techniques I was taught have completely deserted me. I cannot for the life of me remember how to relax. Suggestions, people. I need suggestions or I may just turn into the Hunchback of Angel Mountain. Mind you, that could be the start of a book, couldn't it.......