Its not our holiday, thank goodness!

 We were off to SW this morning before my eyes were really open, in what I call 'air rain' You can't see it but it wets you! Such a grey day, misty and miserable.

On days like these I always say to Dh, here we are in the rain in a pretty seaside town and the blessing is we are not on holiday!

We used to come here in past years and stay for a week, so I could put flowers on the graves. It was the Sunday before Easter called here, in this part of Wales, 'Flowering Sunday,' my mother's, my Grandparent's and two Aunt's, every year.

We had what we called 'car picnics' because often or not. it was pouring with rain. Nell loved them, because she had all the scraps and crumbs. 

The cake shop used to sell these huge cream puffs, which were heavenly light melt in your mouth choux pastry and cream, dusted with icing sugar, which spilled down the front of you. Gosh those were the days, when I could eat anything!

And  today is like one of those misty, cold days, but hey, its ok.. its not our holiday and we're now at home with our radiators belting out heat.

In 26 days it will be Spring, daffodils, tulips and cherry blossom; the grass will be fresh and greener and the sun warmer, yeh!

It may be drier and sunnier tomorrow! What do you think?

Chrisxx