"A Strange and Shivery Season"

IF , like me and family, you'd stalked our City Walls at 11o'clock last night*( six frozen Ghosts of Hamlet's Father, staggering forth on the Elsinore ramparts.)....you'd have been forgiven for thinking you'd landed in Siberia.

BUT stay, illusion!...Since yesterday it's officially been Spring. And this morning there's azzzzure sky, although the milkman still wears his beanie ( a fetching Peruvian patterned one, with swinging platts) and his thick red mittens... and his breath makes more patterns on the garden wall than you could ever either imagine or shake an icy stick at. The cats won't budge from the house, a corgi just strolled past in a quilted coat (accompanied by guy wearing purple balaclava) ... and I've just pulled on the thickest of socks ( "Fatface" ones, of course) over my shivering blue toes.

AND so Blog (who was brought up to believe we in the UK have 4 distinct Seasons) is now utterly confused and has decided to have a week or two in hibernation.
Hopefully when Blog next emerges , the cats will be frolicking under willow trees and I'll be wearing my Teva sandals...
Look forward to seeing you then.

* After meal at excellent Brasserie Chez Gerard, nominated Best Newcomer in the 2008 local Food/Drink Awards. ( Well deserved)

**AND particularly good to hear Ms. RF in NZ scans m'blog occassionally...