The winter chills have finally arrived and because of the mild temperatures we have been 'blessed' with, when the temperature falls it comes as a shock to the system. And so with a Consultant and a Physiotherapist being very happy with my recovery, I can at last attempt walks and getting out a bit more without the burden of crutches (however I do miss them for support). And so, my trips have felt like I am just pottering, but it is lovely to capture some more local shots, especially if the sky is a bit clearer.
My first 'potter' was to St James' in Moulton Chapel. Isn't it a little cutey. An octagon Chapel built in 1722. It is of Dutch design due to the late 17th century fen drainers. Unfortunately the door was locked (a sign of the times), but I have been in before and the interior is not a disappointment, especially from the gallery up some steps into the dome where you feel as though you are being pulled forward.
I think when I have the time and the inclination, I might ask for the keys to look around inside again.
My second 'potter' was to good old Spalding. I haven't written too much about this place lately as I am always heading out elsewhere, but sometimes it is nice to walk through and see the river and its reflections, along with the old buildings.
But unfortunately as with so many other towns these days, shops close, boards go up, windows are smashed and the town slides into decline. I did smile at this welcoming sign though!
My third 'potter' was while we driving through Moulton for the butchers sausage rolls (they are VERY good). Hubby went into the butchers and I very slowly walked up to the tallest windmill in Britain. A working windmill which is spectacular when the newly refurbished sails go round. I will have to take you around there when the weather picks up.
My fourth 'potter' was around the garden on a very frosty morning. Out came the camera, gloves, hat, coat and Mr Teen's very large trainers, and I was clicking away to take in the prettiness of the frost on the remaining plants. I love the difference it makes. But boy, it was cold!
And my fifth 'potter' was in the house and my sudden addiction to wool and hooks. That crochet bug has hit me again. Why is it that I finish a project and then go completely off my hook for a while and then as soon as I pick it up again it takes over my life! I have discovered the Wool Warehouse and ordered the rest of the wool that I will need for the Painted Roses Blanket and was astonished that they arrived the next day. Not just a simple bag of wool, but this gorgeously wrapped and ribboned bag of wool. How pretty to receive an order this way!
I hook up a few of these very happy flowers to rest the feet, and then when they get inflamed, I walk around and potter until they go down. Then when they get inflamed again, I sit and hook some more flowers. It's a never ending circle at the moment.