Saturday 06 March
I woke at a sensible time this morning and decided to go for a run. I had my first coffee in bed then persuaded Adora to join me in a short run, about twenty minutes. I’m aware that I am still not able to walk during the week and haven’t played football or refereed a match in months. I’m also aware that I have to walk a hundred km in September.
When I got back I did feel better. Why can’t I have a bit of that feeling before I go running, it would make being motivated so much easier. My aim is to do the same route every other morning before I go to work. I’ll start on Monday. Stan logged in to another webinar at Sheffield University – this time the politics department. He’s getting understandably excited about starting in September, A’Level grades permitting, and we are for him. I joke how I will be able to pick him up on my way to some northern away games with Colchester United. I joke, but I also really hope we can do it.
Whilst walking with Mabel and the rest of the family this afternoon we pcame across a few more sights and sounds of a change taking place. There were dafodills standing straight and the fields had been sprayed with much ready for turning over next week. The first ploughed fields are always an encouraging sight.
Then home to watch the football on the telly, still no crowds and a relaxing evening with the fire lit again. It’s still pretty cold out there and tomorrow we plan to do a bit more in the garden – cutting back, digging over and edging. Basically getting things ready for the clocks going forward and us being able to spend more time outside. What do they say about the month of March? In like a lion, out like a lamb. We’ll see, but it’s certainly feeling pretty wintery at the moment, but it’s dry.
Oh, and I refilled the bird feeders in the back garden this morning. It was like an aviary without bars out there for most of the daylight hours. Just a constant mass of birds, all the usual appearances.
The Bald Birder 