Spring Lamb

Yesterday saw us inadvertently exploring remote parts of Lincolnshire, our home county.  We took a wrong turning in the car, which is easily done in our “outback”.  Single track roads with no passing places are always entertaining when meeting the odd motorist daft enough to travel these ancient tracks and lanes.

The wonderful thing about this particular slice of  English countryside is that I am instantly taken back to my childhood days of huge, wild hedgerows and small grassy meadows; a time before the fashion for monstrous open fields became the norm.  And although it is not quite officially spring here in the UK, the world has a distinctly spring-like feel to it.  The hedgerows are itching to burst into their unkempt green spring splendour; and the birds are twittering with excitement that winter is almost over.

Like most British rural counties, Lincolnshire has its fair share of sheep, and of course, spring lambs at this time of year.  The ones in the photographs were spotted at Spridlington, close to my parents’ farm.

So it’s official in my midlife mind.  The longest, coldest UK winter we’ve had for many years is over.  And spring is here, with its snowdrops, crocuses, daffodils, lambs, birdsong; and the promise of green-ness.  What joy.

Corinne Bailey Rae – Paris Nights / New York Mornings

I feel I’ve neglected this site just lately; the main reason being busyness and business.  I do have a couple of things lined up for it, but not quite finished.

In the meantime, I’ll share my music with you, and as I’m feeling midlife mellow today, that’s mellow, not yellow, green or blue, just plain old mellow – I’m listening to Corinne Bailey Rae.    She’s singing beautifully in the background whilst I tackle the accounts and the dreaded VAT.  Corinne Bailey Rae is just right for listening to today; here she is in a video singing Paris Nights / New York Mornings from her latest album “The Sea”.  Enjoy.