The night was not good because I started exploring what I could find out about Park House which certainly got me going! I also found 114, Lidgett Lane, a much more modest affair. Very remodelled but the basic structure was recognisable. Including the loo where my grandfather departed this world.
However I did doze off, but awoke, feeling completely washed out. So it was all a bit of a struggle, but I managed to deliver T to Daycare.
The drive between Moulsford and Cholsey was absolutely stunning, the trees white and lacy, their twigs and branches drifting downwards under the weight of white crystals. Because it was so beautiful, I really wanted to walk where frost still hung heavy. So I headed for Ferry Lane. Ferry Lane in Cholsey, as opposed to Ferry Lane in Moulsford, or Goring, or South Stoke or elsewhere. The B and W still operates one, of sorts. There must have once been a load of ferries over the Thames. Round here.
Stunning beauty greeted us for the duration of our walk. By the time we got back to the car, the graceful, brilliant, glistening, whites had been replaced by duller browns, greens and greys.
I usually find this part of the Thames Path lumpy and fairly unpleasant for walking, and have not walked here for a while, but some very kind person has mowed it in a wide strip which has made a huge difference, creating a more level surface.
This walk can return to a higher place on the list. The Thames steamed gently on.
We walked past the marshes with their icy ponds, remnants of the recent flooding, glistening amongst the reeds.
After our walk, I filled up with fuel and then went to Moulsford monthly Coffee morning. I haven’t been since July. Everyone was very welcoming. They are trying to set up a new weekly coffee and chat group which might help me acquire more local friends. It is taking place in the local Friends of the Old Vicarage Care Home on Wednesdays that are not the monthly assembly. It also might help me investigate respite. But I have been warned that it is a bit heavy going at times … A few more local acquaintances would be helpful. And if I could remember a few names, it would be even more useful.
I arrived home, fed my face, watched the news and begged The Bear at North Moreton to let us have Sunday lunch there on 26/2. Anne is visiting. They were fully booked when I looked online, but now we are on first name terms … well… all sorts of things can come to pass.
I was grateful to the nice lady at the local filling station for pointing out some reduced price mushrooms, fish and salad items in their chiller. Supper is sorted! It really is an excellent source of decent reductions. Apart from on fuel. Though that is keenly priced.
I picked up T from Daycare where they politely asked me if I could look out for a green Parker pen someone MAY have mislaid. The staff I spoke to are not convinced it was even present at the Daycentre.
But it is just the sort of thing my tea leaf of a husband would inadvertently take. After the battles I had with his attempted acquisition of fluffy white towels, table cloths and fruit bowls whilst on holiday, a pen is a mere nothing. As the deputy observed, she has already had to retrieve a collection of felt tips from him.
I suggested their paper towel bill might be much lower if they frisked him after a visit to the loo.
I am informed that Crete is still chilly. But hey – it will probably be summer there next week. Tina has informed us Athens is also not so lucky :
But what is this cold compared with that of Syria and Turkey, for earthquake survivors?
The evening did not go according to plan due to my falling asleep until around now. (It is 06.00 Thursday) . That meant the fish did not get cooked and T received no hot food. But he had lunch at daycare so I expect he will survive. And the fridge has been rearranged. Plenty of bread in there.
Fish tonight then.
Today is quite busy. I have already postponed my hair appointment.
Thought for the Day
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