It's a Bank Holiday in England and Wales and true to form the rain returns. Bank Holiday = Rain, we should just accept it. I sit here tapping at my keyboard just as the storm 'Katie' taps away at the window panes. I think it's going to be a cozy day inside.
At the end of a very busy week at work, I needed to get my home looking more like a place to live rather than a place to collapse. Luckily I knew Good Friday was going to be a good weather day so the housework was done, the washing had been line dried, the ironing mountain had been conquered, the surfaces were polished, Tia had been bathed and the weekend was now mine! I had such plans for each day, but the only good weather day was Good Friday and another ridiculously 'named' storm was coming our way - those of you around the world that have real storms stop laughing now (why the met office have had to feel to name them I don't know). Knowing that this would make the Fen a very soggy place to walk, I took full advantage and me and Tia enjoyed the firm pathways before the storm hit - nothing better! The daffodils are about to turn, so seeing them still dancing in the fields and against the backdrop of the ever swelling ditches was satisfying to see.
In the distance the wind farm stood steadfast waiting for the winds to start. It was already blowy and the sails were all turning, along with the waves of yellow rippling like the sea.
The wind was blowing Tia and her gorgeous long ears. She loves this place so much, including the car journey to get here. The back window of the car gets rolled down and from the wing mirror I can see that happy little face looking out with ears and jowls dancing in the air as we make our way down to the Fen.
The horses at the side of the path were far too busy enjoying their lunch to notice any changes in the weather.
Mind you, they did look cozy in their coats.
Saturday was going to be Mother/Daughter time and lunch was decided in Peterborough at the Handmade Burger Co with Miss Teen followed by some retail therapy. We don't get enough time together lately so we thoroughly enjoyed lunch and then hurriedly searched for Easter eggs!
Being the bad mum that I am, I had sorted everyone else out with Easter eggs but Mr Teen and Miss Teen! All the major stores were telling me that they had sold out (hmmm, I thought, let's see how many magically appear on the shelves on Tuesday!). Luckily a smaller store had a couple of little beauties left, so panic over! Yes, yes, I know, they are old enough to survive without this level of sugar on Easter Sunday, but traditions are hard to let go sometimes for this mum.
... along with a bit of baking!
Unfortunately this holiday means that Miss Teen will be at Easter School. Each day she will have to go in and study with her fellow GCSE class mates. I know it is a good thing for them to do, but she is so tired and with no break now until after her exams, it is a little unfair. Other schools have study leave, but not her one. So, early mornings and late nights for the homework to be completed is just too much and I feel that many will burn out before their big days. She will eventually be an Art student, and I am going to do my very proud mum moment and show you just one piece of her art work for her GCSE project. Every piece she does has me speechless, so talented.