A Chill in the Air

It's the merry month of May in two days and it feels like December. There's a cruel north east wind which not even the very sporadic bursts of sunshine can warm up.
It's only 7 degrees and even the young things are wearing coats and hats.

Had it not been a need for buttons for Nina's new cardigan, I would never have contemplated leaving the confines of a warm house.

With the purchase completed, it was homeward bound, his Lordship being persuaded to detour round by Blackford Pond, neglected today by bread wielding toddlers and their parents, who no doubt have voted for the warmth of the Museum to keep their charges happy.

Even the ducks and geese were hunkered down leaving just one gander long of neck and fierce of eye to remain on combative sentry duty. I persuaded him with soft words to let me pass.

My reward for this chilly circuit was my man in red providing today's blip.

Thank you kind sir, she said.