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It's breezy, spitting with rain but not as cold as it seemed when we stepped off the train from the airport after our week in Texas. 'Good afternoon,' we say to the man on the bench by the towpath. 'It's a bit sludgy in parts,' he warns us.
Daffy's Big AdventureA single daffodil, one of a clump, pokes its head through a gap in the fence of a tiny garden at the end of a stone-built terrace at Horbury Bridge. 'You could write a children's story about that,' I suggest to Barbara: 'Daffy's Big Adventure.' 'I don't know what kind of adventure a daffodil would have,' said Barbara, ' I expect it would see a lot.' (To defend Barbara's literary reputation, I better explain that she didn't take me up on the offer to supply the text).
Perhaps I could make it a romance and Daffy could get pollinated.
Richard Bell, richard@willowisland.co.uk |
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walk into Ossett to sort out a few errands seems like
the best way to get over jet-lag. I find it hard to believe that we could
sleep for almost 13 hours last night.
Daffodils
are looking good; they're all garden varieties around here of course.
A row of them stand, backs to the drystone wall, on a grassy landscaped
area by the brook at the bottom of Healey Road. There's enough watercress
in the brook to keep us in watercress soup for months but as it is growing
immediately downstream from a herd of cows, I think I'll stick to the
shop-bought product. And, come to think of it, how do I know this isn't
fool's watercress? 
The gorse is looking good on Storrs Hill. The road sign
before the hairpin bend is intended to give adviceto motorists but the
words (right) in flashing lights are good advice to us all.
