On Saturday I had hoped to go for a bike ride but the group leader canceled the event due to the cold temperatures and ice still on the trail. So I grabbed my backpack and camera and headed instead for the hills to hike.
I slipped and slid my way down to where the path was more level, thankful that I hadn't hiked to the top. The warm sun was working fast on the snow, the whiteness disappearing to a grey watery slush and exposing a muddy path beneath. It had been hard work on that slippy slope and I was glad to feel safer back on solid ground.
Pen Druid. I was the only one in there but others entered after a few minutes.
Kedi. It was just before 3pm whenI reluctantly left, managing to stop at home first and then arriving at the theater 10 minutes late. The movie was moving and engaging, a serious 'must see' for cat lovers, the dark auditorium constantly cooing and aahing as the cat actors came into view. Afterwards we ate dinner and drank beer at a local women owned brewery but it wasn't a patch on Pen Druid. Back at home I looked up Telemachus, curious to see what it meant. A mighty fine name for a mighty fine beer.
3 weeks ago