It's been a gorgeous day, but really cold and at lunch time I went out for a walk and was amazed to see young girls in skimpy sleeveless dresses while I had my coat and woolly hat on - I must be getting old!

While I was out I saw four white horses with pink feathers on their heads, pulling a white carriage.  At first I thought it was a wedding, but it was a funeral and the coffin was pink too.  As sad as it was, it was beautiful and a lovely way for the sleeping beauty to make her final journey.  I was going to blip a photo I took but Alan didn't think it was appropriate, so you've got the forget-me-nots  which are blossoming in our garden.

Apologies for the title, but I couldn't think of anything else, and didn't want to call it 'forget-me-not' again as I think I've had that title twice before!