More Snowdrops

This morning was so very cold.  I walked into the kitchen to see the limping fox sitting on the lawn opposite the kitchen window with a slight smattering of snow falling on his head.  He waited patiently whilst we sorted out something for him to eat, dashing, as gingerly as he could on three legs, to the top of the garden until we were back indoors before returning to eat.  

I promised more snowdrops and there were lots at the Dorothy Clive Garden this morning.  After a warming coffee and toasted teacake we set of to find them.

Last Wednesday I had a lunchtime hospital appointment so we spent an hour at the Brampton Museum which is just a short drive from the hospital.  There is a new exhibition called 'From Leek to Llandudno' and it's about the emergence of rail travel to the seaside and family holidays taken there.  

More on this exhibition and another display at Trentham in a later post.

More sad news this week.  A friend rang to say that our former work colleague and friend had died.  That's three people we've known for a long time in the last couple of months.  

I was looking through some old photos and found this one of both curators I had worked with.  I must have taken the photo.  We were out on a jolly following the Pilgrim Fathers' Trail that J (in pink) had put together for the Museum she worked for.  We were in North Nottinghamshire and into Lincolnshire near Gainsborough where J worked.  I can't remember which church this was but it would have had a connection to either William Brewster or William Bradford.

Anyway, S (in blue) would have been 90 in March this year, and my friend and I had a reminisce about the happy times when we all worked together in the 80s and early 90s.  S retired to Wales near Llandrindod Wells.  J became a Buddhist nun, I've no idea what happened to her as we eventually lost touch.  How time flies and how precious memories are.

All for now, I'll be back with trains to the coast and willow woodland animals.