Spring is now truly on its way and the clocks go forward this weekend so we can look forward to longer and warmer (?) days. We walked on the fells yesterday in driving wind and rain and had a picnic sheltered by some trees - it's funny what one does for pleasure! We did however see curlews lapwings, kestrels, sky larks and new born lambs which made up for all the discomfort!
Boxmaking continues at a slow pace. Poor Peter has also had a lot of work to do on the house - if it were a box with a lid he would be happy but putting up shelves and curtain rails is not his idea of fun although he has created some very interesting lamp shades and the cupboards in the bedrooms have some very familiar looking hinges..........
He has almost finished the H.M.S. Victory wood boxes which look fantastic. That is the last of that wood now and it seems ages ago that it was first delivered and the postman staggered up the path with this rotten looking bit of wood wrapped in a blanket. Peter was away at the time and I left it propped up in the hallway. Every time I walked past I had a sniff as it smelled of the sea - I'm sure I could even smell Nelsons sweaty feet in there somewhere! What an amazing feeling it was to see it standing there in our house after all it had been through! Peter has very lovingly used every single bit of the wood although he still has enough to make some small ring or cufflink boxes.I hope he has done the ship proud by extending its life in another very different way.
The hens are thriving and have started to lay again at last. The newcomers are well settled in and have asserted themselves and refused to be bullied. There really is a "pecking order" and poor old Henrietta is still at the bottom.
Ending on a positive note our protests to save the forests seemed to have worked for now and our trees are safe and there for us all to enjoy. Thank goodness for that!