Well, we had a couple of days of Spring here, and then the blizzard came on Tuesday night and Wednesday morning. leaving us under two inches of snow and battling Artic blasts.
It had cheered up by the time I had to go to Dumfries for the Open Mic, which went so exceedingly well I should have taken some Mr Kipling cakes. And The Kitchen Bitch read. Lovely night all round with a great range of talents and ages.
The highlight for me was Beth Fouracre, the guest slot singer-songwriter, who was not only an intriguing artist - very emotional, involving songs which suited her voice perfectly, plus lovely guitar playing - but she also had this pedal-thing with her on which she recorded, before our very ears, the backing track for the song she then sang. It was incredible! She provided her own harmonies and percussion and everything in a matter of moments.
I want one. Though I have no idea what I'd do with it.
Anyway, the pictures are of how things looked 5 days ago, in sunshine. If anyone can name this variety of snowdrop resident in my garden (I've never seen them anywhere else) I'd be most grateful.
And finally, peace. All the testosterone-y ones have gone to Aviemore (if they make it, of course) for 4 days of snow action. Speaking of which, brother-in-law is finally back from Canada, in pain but on the mend. He e-mailed us a picture of his leg after the cuts (well, slices) administered because of Compaction Syndrome whilst in the hospital at Banff. Scary stuff.
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