Monday, 11 March 2013

Polar porridge...

with dried cherries, nuts and seeds.

Sir Ranulph Fiennes-like I prepare to
battle out into the Artic tundra.
At the castle I'll wander lonely as a cloud,
not many hardy visitors will think to brave the cold, cold day.
Intrepidly I venture forth alone; no old hand to clasp the new girl's mitt.
 With no experience of where to shelter out of the snowy wind, the 
five hours will seem so long.  I'll need the
Wimps Help-line programmed into my phone.
 Moving to keep warm, I'll manfully stride out along the moat, around the castle, up the hill, down through the quarry garden, back and round.

I can at least take comfort from the fact, the room stewards are just as cold in the cavernous house, without the benefit of fresh air or the ability to move very far.

I may be gone some time.


  1. How brave and noble you are,LL.
    I got up at 4.15 am today to check all online reports of weather and road conditions before we set off to an outdoor event in deepest Lincolnshire. The upshot? Back to bed with a nice cup of tea!

  2. I don't think so Nilly, just boringly reliable... if I say I'm going to do something... I do.

    Back to bed with a nice cup of tea, sounds a sensible decision, hope you took the nice Mr N one as well?