After a nice weekend of pubs, birthday and anniversary celebrations and a sunny Sunday lunch (more pub), winter was back with a vengeance.
We had been lulled into a false sense of security as we sat in a sun-filled bar enjoying an aperitif before eating an enormous lunch. We meandered home talking about how much we liked Little Venice, washed the dog and watched “Call the Midwife” An ideal Sunday and a productive weekend.
Monday morning, emerging into a cold bathroom, it started snowing and with icy air coming in from the East, it was certainly chilly.
It was a day to forego the bike and succumb to public transport bringing another kind of challenge altogether.
The seasons collided as Winter crashed into Spring, delicate blossoms were frosted with softly falling snowflakes and clung shivering to branches before the wind whipped up tossing them to the ground.
|Blossom with snowflakes|
A cold week ahead.