The Feast of Stephen

Well, if Wenceslas is looking out today, I reckon he’s seeing mud lying deep and even around here, definitely not snow.

After recreating yesterday’s feast at lunchtime today, I went for a walk through the lanes, leaving Cathy to snooze in a comfy chair. Poor Cathy is right in the midst of “the cold” and really suffering as a result. Hopefully she’ll start feeling a bit better tomorrow.