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shewhomust) wrote2013-10-06 09:34 pm
shewhomust) wrote2013-10-06 09:34 pm
Another weekend
Nothing out of the ordinary, just another pleasant weekend.
D. was with us for a brief visit - the first since he and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
valydiarosada moved house, so there was plenty of news to catch up on.
We went to Alnwick, to visit D.'s family and Barter Books, and bartered some books: they accepted fewer books than I expected, and gave us more credit for them, and I found an Ursula LeGuin that I didn't have (and D. found the Pevsner for his new home county).
Today we went up Weardale to lunch at the farm shop at Bradley Burn, and a walk first - a pre-prandial stroll, a loop of only a couple of miles through the fields, but with enough mud and stiles to make it feel like exercise. There were hawthorn bushes red with fruit (and others with no fruit at all, and hedgerows of blackthorn, in all of which I saw one solitary sloe) and trees heavy with apples, and clusters of these dramatic autumn crocuses:
After lunch we headed for our separate homes:durham_rambler and I drove back via the village of Thornley, for no better reason than that we've never been there before. And the rest of the day was a mixture of small tasks and relaxing. I've started reading The Ocean at the End of the Lane, which I borrowed from samarcand: I'm not swept away by it, but I'm enjoying it.
D. was with us for a brief visit - the first since he and
valydiarosada moved house, so there was plenty of news to catch up on.We went to Alnwick, to visit D.'s family and Barter Books, and bartered some books: they accepted fewer books than I expected, and gave us more credit for them, and I found an Ursula LeGuin that I didn't have (and D. found the Pevsner for his new home county).
Today we went up Weardale to lunch at the farm shop at Bradley Burn, and a walk first - a pre-prandial stroll, a loop of only a couple of miles through the fields, but with enough mud and stiles to make it feel like exercise. There were hawthorn bushes red with fruit (and others with no fruit at all, and hedgerows of blackthorn, in all of which I saw one solitary sloe) and trees heavy with apples, and clusters of these dramatic autumn crocuses:
After lunch we headed for our separate homes:
durham_rambler and I drove back via the village of Thornley, for no better reason than that we've never been there before. And the rest of the day was a mixture of small tasks and relaxing. I've started reading The Ocean at the End of the Lane, which I borrowed from samarcand: I'm not swept away by it, but I'm enjoying it.