I wasn’t surprised when I read yesterday that November had been the dullest for over sixty years with something like seventeen days without any sunshine. One consolation was that being mostly mild it meant that we could enjoy the flowers in the garden and on the plot for longer than we usually do.
Yesterday morning was sunny so I went for a walk round the allotments then spent a couple of hours doing some plot pottering with the robin for company.
I returned home to find that the Christmas present book to myself had arrived.
I’m a long-time aviation enthusiast and crime fiction buff, especially the 1920s and 30s, so I’m looking forward to reading Death of an Airman by Christopher St. John Sprigg, which was originally published in 1934.
I rather wish that I could settle down somewhere like this to read it.
It’s a wonderful picture by Stephen Darbishire who is one of my favourite artists.
Have a good weekend!