A rainy day in Rishton.

The Feast Day of Saint Sabas. He was a desert Monk and led an austere prayerful solitary life, living until the age of 94.

Here is Rishton, I followed my usual routine, fed the garden birds and cats, bought our I newspaper, did some reading and had my breakfast.

Then soon afterwards the rain started and so it continues, steadily and heavily. The lawn is swampy and is hard to walk on. The wind was strong overnight and the bird feeding pole had fallen into the obelisk where the jasmine is entwined and looking healthy inspire of the challenging cold weather.

I am crocheting and watching a film called Christmas Angel, while waiting for three parcels to be delivered. They are presents.

Enjoy your Thursday blip friends and thank you for dropping by today.