Happy Easter

Eggs galore!

The clocks have sprung forward. The weather is more clement - apart from Storm Dave arriving for the Easter weekend, that is. Children are on their Easter Holidays and the The Union Canal nearby has turned into Piccadilly Circus. Everyone and his dog has chosen to come outdoors and soak in the sunshine this weekend. There is nothing more beautiful than Britain in the Spring. 

I believe it is the pagan part of us that responds to the rhythm of life and to top it off commercial enterprise has jumped on the pagan bandwagon once more producing Easter eggs galore - except this year shrinkflation has turned the joy of giving eggs into a rip off. I bought Tony's chocolate and stuck a 3-D egg on the bar. I reckon this choice is good for the planet - no wasteful packaging - and good for us - better quality chocolate. A win-win...

Saturday evening the wind from Storm Dave was so strong I could hear it whistling outside. The telegraph wires danced and the lights swayed in the wind. To be honest, I was glad to be indoors. I went out earlier to meet Nicolas and little Philip for a foraging session. I cycled to the woods, picked a bag or two of wild garlic and then after a short sojourn at a local pub, cycled home in a high wind. Frankly, I had had enough wind by the time I got back home. I am going to make wild garlic pesto again!

What to do after foraging

Biking in the wind

As it is Easter there had to be a lamb roast so that is what we had. This time it was made by my ex-son-in-law so it was up to chef standard so I can't complain. In fact, despite the house invasion, it was quite a treat. Well done, Rich.

Worrying about wobbling on my bike in the wind or what to buy folks for Easter are first world problems. My FB is full of support for Palestinians, Lebanese and, in a roundabout way by deriding Trump, showing support for Iranians. As much as I hate all the Iranian Regime stands for, I have a small admiration for how they have stuck a middle finger up at Trump. Sadly, while Trump is promising to bomb Iran back to the Stone Age, ordinary people are losing the homes, their livelihoods and their homes. At the back of it all is Israel steadfast in its genocidal rage. God knows when it will all end. 

Happy Easter!