Some news for regular readers - Wendy has her surgery tomorrow - Wednesday. She is having a double mastectomy and reconstruction. (This is not private information, oh sibs who think I sometimes overstep the mark.)
Here she is with the girls at the weekend:
We hold her in our hearts.
The second thing to say is - thank you for all your book suggestions. I now have a list I can refer to in the coming weeks. I've started on William Trevor's Love and Summer and then I'll move on to Our Spoons Came from Woolworths by Barbara Comyns. Commonwealth by Ann Patchett doesn't come out in paperback till next May, sadly, so that will have to wait.
Thirdly, I am better from the virus.
Yesterday I went for a long walk on my own, setting off from the house. It was very healing. I climbed up to the top of Longstone Edge which runs behind the village. It was raw and very misty, but also bright. Even at midday the frost was still sharp where the sun couldn't reach.
I met no-one on the top, and no-one on the descent and it was wonderful. But I realised I should have taken my mobile phone with me, because if I'd fallen, I might not have been found until Dave alerted the search and rescue helicopter. That would have been bloggable.
Here's a view from the top. The bright spot in the lower part of the photo is the sun reflected in a dewpond.
I moan about living here in the winter, but on still days when there is even a smidge of sunshine, it's heaven.