A Grey Day with a Silver Lining

Mike flew off to the UK

last Tuesday.

Just before he went

one of the crowns came off my tooth.

I went into a mild panic,

followed by denial.

I hate anything like that happening with my teeth.

But today I finally did something about it

and went off to find a dentist.

I took the camera with me

as before Mike left,

I told him to

check my blog daily,

that way,

he could see what I was up to

what the weather was like here.

I also thought it would

prompt me to update my blog regularly.

Unfortunately,

I haven't been doing such a good job

with that side of things.

Well I did have a very busy week last week.

I went to a village the other side of the river

a few miles down stream,

where I found the light airy dental surgery.

It has an elevated position

and the views from the windows are lovely.

A good way to take your mind off what's happening

in the dentist chair.

However the procedure was straight forward,

and I now have the crown

back in position.

I have to go back tomorrow

to have it checked.

Hopefully, that's it sorted!

On the way back

I stopped a couple of times

to take some photos.

The following photos are of a different village on the way back to ours.

I think today has been the greyest day yet since Mike left.

In fact there was some very heavy rain earlier,

so I hope we don't get anymore of that when I walk the hounds later.

This last photo shows how closely the road follows the river.

It does that pretty much all along the river.

It crosses over the river now and then.

It's very scenic.

I had some more photos to share with you,

but Blogger doesn't seem to want to accept them.

So I'll leave well alone

in case I end up losing them all!

I'll take the camera with me again tomorrow

and hope that there is a bit of sunshine

to brighten up the pictures.

 

Chasing the Sun

I wanted to go to the village to get some photos whilst the sun was out.

So I left the packing away of Christmas decorations until I'd caught the sun, (some things don't wait, much as I'd like them to).






It's one of two villages close to us. We usually bring our visitors for a walk along the lakeside. It's so lovely, whatever the weather.

We were stood on the lake here at midnight New Year's Eve, waiting for

midnight,

and the fireworks.

It was a first for us,

to see the dawn of the New Year here on the lake.

The approach to the lake was quite spectacular and unexpected.

Large outdoor candles lined either side of the road leading into the village.

People carried flaming torches as they walked to the lake and there was a primitive air about the proceedings as we joined them in our walk onto the lake.

The church bells ringing at midnight gave the signal for the fireworks to begin.

The bangs of the fireworks competed in sound with the repeated pops of the bottles being opened in celebration of the New Year.

The fireworks were much like other displays that I have seen.

Perhaps shorter than most.

But it was the place,

standing on the lake,

with candles all around,

foreign voices,

new friends,

that gave it a sense of occasion.

This lake is used a lot for recreational purposes once it is frozen. There were not many people out on it today despite the sunshine. Maybe because it was -20 degrees centigrade. It was nearly too cold for me to take photos! My fingers were freezing, even as I tried to take the photos with my mitts on!

The surrounding countryside was just as lovely.

But what I want to know is, how come when all the Christmas decorations have been stored away for another year, I always find one that has been overlooked?