A soggy hello from – as Bembeezle has excellently dubbed it – Oxfordshire-On-Sea. 🙂 (For readers from far-flung corners of the globe, I should point out that Oxfordshire is about as land-locked as you can get in the UK.)
I’ve been enjoying everyone else’s pictures of meteorological madness lately, so I just thought I’d continue the theme.
Here we were the other day, beside a field near the twinnage’s muchly-liked god-parents’ house in west Oxfordshire.
It’s easy to identify fields round here: they’re the squarish areas of water bounded by hedgerows. But this one has also developed – look! – a BEACH! Can you see it, in the foreground of this photo? We really are becoming Oxfordshire-On-Sea.
Anyway, never mind that. Have you heard about Lizzy Yarnold’s winter Olympic gold? I write this as a sport-o-phobe, who only goes running to admire the wildlife, but not only has this woman won gold in the Skeleton event, but she KNITS! My question is, How? Because if it was me, I’d be saying, “Yeah I’ll come and train in a minute… Just got to finish this row… And this one…” Congratulations, Lizzy!
More on the monster rainbow afghan very soon. It’s nearly done…