and the skies blew in

I spent a lot of yesterday looking up. Watching the sky and tripping over things. For weeks the predominant cloud display has been a complete cover. But yesterday a change came and the clouds were skudding across the sky. Gathering in long curtains. Performing their long languid slow motion dance. Stretching.
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On show again. A gallery of fluff and promise.

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For me today, after all the chores and cleaning of the barns, I am getting my little suitcase out. Due to the gypsyish nature of this trip  I am only taking a small cabin bag. I HATE travelling with big bags especially when using public transport. I will only be away 10 days. (I think – I need to check that.) Both countries I am travelling to will be winter so that makes it even easier.

There is a high of 29f/-1 forecast for our neck of the woods today with sun, which will be nice. Cold is one thing – cold and sun is quite another. A very pleasant other. We are at 16f/-8c presently with London sitting on 51f/10c.

Today my goal is to get a picture for you of each group of animals.

A proper walk-about post (we have not done one for ages!)

Tomorrow will be my last day posting until I pop up in London on Monday. . I have guest posts all lined up for you. In fact for each of my travel days(when i am on trains or in planes or automobiles) you will be entertained by gardeners and farmers from around the world. And on Tuesday I meet up with another couple of bloggers for lunch in the city.

I lived in London for years ending about a decade ago and though I will be  ducking and diving tube strikes I am really looking forward to navigating  London on the underground again. And walking about with Camera House. I love the big city. And I look froward to writing posts for you from there (and elsewhere!!)

I will say goodbye tomorrow morning with (hopefully) pictures of everyone.

Have a lovely day.

celi

52 responses to “and the skies blew in”

  1. We visitors will manage, but what arrangements have you made for the animals–their emotional needs, I mean. They are so used to the clown suit, the camera house, the instructions (Ton, Boo), the soothing voice while milking, the muttering, the praising, the ongoing one-way conversation (I am guessing you talk to them as freely as you talk to us). They will surely miss you. Or perhaps they have learned from you about self-management, positive spirit, and the beauty in the sky. I have.

  2. Safe travels and give our love to London. Both Jean and I were born Londoners. Jean in Dagenham, a little to the East of London, and me in Acton. But wouldn’t swap Southern Oregon for London for all the tea in China (and, trust me, that’s a lot of tea!).

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