Don't be fooled

A southerly blast turned up in the night and brought cold rain with it, which fell as snow to low levels on the mountains.

By lunchtime it had stopped raining down here, and despite the continuing strong chilly wind, I was so cabin feverish that a walk at Bortons Pond was necessary. 

And in our second hour there the sun was out again. It was still bitterly cold, but when I was out of the wind some warmth actually seeped through my clothes.

Bean galloped, hurtled, bounced and boinged as usual, for the entire double circuit. I think she is regaining some of her lost stamina, which I wasn't expecting at all. 

Longer walks are definitely good for her, and it helps my back to walk at least a couple of hours a day, so I expect we'll be making a habit of it now that garden jobs are slightly less pressing.

I glanced at the time when we got back home and into the truck and was startled that it was 2.15pm. That wasn't right. I checked it was working properly... all was well. I looked at the phone: 1415. Huh?

Then I realised I hadn't changed the clock in the car after Daylight Saving ended on Sunday, and I must have unconsciously seen it as I drove home. So I suddenly had an extra hour to play with this afternoon. And then the rain returned, so my book has come out ...