Funds are a little too tight to splash out on celebrating and really all we wanted was a chance to chat with each other. So, on Saturday night (thanks to the grandparents), we went for the most wonderful twilight walk along the lovely Caldon Canal that slips through our village.
Gosh what a peaceful evening we had. I think we passed two other walkers but mostly we had cows, sheep, herons, tawny owls, some tench or perch popping up to eat the midges and lots and lots of swallows and house martins for company.
We strolled along, chatting and exploring and stopped at a smashing little pub we know for some refreshment. I'm still thinking about it now; amazing how good a few miles of gentle water, gazing at bluebells, cow parsley and hawthorn blossom frothing along the banks, and the time to really talk can make you feel. We got home just after dark, very relaxed and remembering what it really is that makes us not such a bad pair together.
Saturday here was superb. One of those blissful days when there sky is the brightest blue and not a cloud to be seen. As usual we popped along here and the display was simply amazing. We did all the traditional fete activities (bumped heads on the dodgems, ate drippy ice lollies and watched the Maypole and Morris dancing, you know the sort of thing.)
Today the cloud crept back in and thunder rumbled far away down the valley. Our lovely friends who live hundreds of miles away, called by en route back south and we had a fun afternoon catching up together and scoffing. The rain brought the birds and their voices out later on. As the light dropped they grew louder and louder and the May blossom glowed along the hedgerows.