A biting, cold wind with flying spickles of rain tending to sleet. So, naturally, we had to go to the town dump with a car load of end of project crappy from the garage. Ye gods and little fishes but it was cold over there at Briton Ferry. You can see the ‘dump’ (recycling centre) here if you’ve an enquiring mind.
It was equally cold when we got to Sainsbury’s, and I shivered mightily while loading the car with our provisions.
From thence to the Llansamlett ScrewFix store for Graham to pick up the final bits for his next project. I think he may have been a little concerned that I’d got so cold and he insisted I wait in the car. “Keep warm,” he said. “Listen to the one o’clock news on the radio.”
Back home and the sun had come out, pouring into the kitchen windows as we sat down to our lunch. Two bacon sarnies with brown sauce and a large mug of coffee combined with the sunshine to warm me through and start the drowsies off.
“Go and tuck yourself in for a good afternoon nap,” I was told.
When I woke the chills had gone and I was bubbling along nicely again. Graham looked hard at me, decided I was over the problem, told me off for not wearing enough layers when we were out, and left me with another big mug of coffee while he went out to the garage to clear the field for a further work session. He’s decided to give in to my thinking that we should get a shed for the back garden so’s he can have a proper workshop for the rest of the work, to be re-jigged into a writing shed/summer-house when all the work is done. And the car can then be lodged in the garage all right and respectable, as it deserves. I swear it knows and is looking forward to a warmer and drier winter next time.
He’s right, though. I shall have to pay more attention to layering up when the north-easterly winds blow. I shall look like a great portly beer barrel, wrapped in scarf and extra sweaters, but I can live with that.
My feet are demanding shoes and socks now. Another cold front moving in here.
John, whatever the garb, it will be more attractive than blue from cold.
Like I always say sometimes … ski pants, ski pants, ski pants!
Stay warm. Winter can’t last forever…
What was that village LLLLLANLLLLEMLLLLETTT or something? I love how the Welsh sprinkle in all those extra consonants for fun and what were you talking about?
Stay warm and dry, for sure, whatever shape that takes. My husband says winter is Godde’s way of telling all animals to stay in their burrows. We’re snowed in and loving it. Don’t forget the hot liquids!
we have been so cold this winter I am considering moving to the Sun next winter. I cannot get on enough clothes to feel warm. Why doesn’t Graham build himself a proper work shop?
I’m impressed with the recycling center…I hope it’s as easy to use as it looks to be.
Barrel-shaped is sure way better than apple-shaped!
You know they say big people look either like an apple… men mostly… or pears, women mostly. And healthwise pear-shapes are supposed to be better than apple-shapes. But I’m sure, barrels are still better!
Woah, that looks like a cold place. I can imagine how the wind howls around and through those concrete columns of the motorway bridge.
Have you ever thought of heading South until the butter melts, John, and then settling there? As this endless winter continues I find the idea an attractive one…
But – “Ye Gods and little fishes”. I haven’t heard that exclamation since my Latin teacher used to come out with it in, erm, about 1963 I guess.
Do keep snug and warm during these last days of winter. Spring will be here soon enough.
Graham’s plans sound good; building a workshop sounds like a great idea!
Hugs from the far side, ~ Sil
Tomorrow a cold front sweeps through, and I, the fool who is still coughing, will be going out and swimming in it.
That doesn’t look like our dump. We are a mess with giant bull dozers pushing earth over the trash with recycling only in one small corner.
I’m fascinated by the Brunell’s dock and tower. According to Wikippedia, there’s restoration afoot. Any chance of photographs?
Stay warm.