Some days the wind howled in the trees and the rain was horizontal, other days the sun shone in a cold, bright sky
and we ventured out. I dug up snowdrops from the back garth and planted them on my parents' grave.
The few that I had planted on the roadside verge outside our place are starting to multiply and look rather pretty.
Of course there are always a few jobs to be done. Himself set to work on the house front.
Not my usual sort of sky photo for Skywatch Friday!
If we finish reading the books that we've brought with us then we go to the book swap in the next village.
There's no knowing what you might find - and the setting is rather fine!
Himself thought that there might be something interesting on the bottom shelf.
On a crisp, cold day we went to the small Catholic church to attend the funeral service of a friend. We had crossed the bridge by the church with him many times over the years on our way out to lunch, always happy occasions.
I was happy to have such a beautiful day in which to say goodbye.