Pottery Jug

This is my new pottery jug, bought for me by His Lordship as a symbol of contrition over the lost, but more importantly, free, pizza slices on Thursday. Of course the latter are of historical interest only, since I have erased the memory almost completely now that my new jug with its gambolling hares plays its role in setting off the hope of spring in the burst of yellow in the daffodils.

Another gloriously sunny day, after a sunset last night which was a kaleidoscope of crimson,orange and vermilion set against a darkening blue grey sky.

It was stunning enough to forget for the moment the Scottish Rugby team yet again managing to wrest defeat from the jaws of victory against the French.
Still there was some sign of improvement and we Scots are nothing if not resilient in defeat. 'Twas ever thus.