Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

A Little Blue


A little blue sky would be welcome and cheery. We’ve been wrapped in grey for days and days.

Sledge tracks, top field.

Blue sky wishing -2

Over the weekend I’ve had a very cathartic time clearing out the barn (well part of it) ferrying a load of ‘stuff’ to the recycling centre ( the destination formerly know as the tip) It was a simple pleasure.

Spud seems fully recovered from his operation, it’s been nigh on impossible to keep him calm. He was ecstatic to be visiting the vets this morning, for his check- up, I almost lost hold of him as I opened the car, not that he would have run off anywhere other than straight in to the vets. As the vet observed ‘He obviously has no recollection of what happened to him last week.’ I can’t start to tell you what a relief it is to have a dog that wants to kiss the vet and not savage the vet.  we went straight to the pet shop afterwards for a reward.


Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

15 thoughts on “A Little Blue

  1. Have you still got snow in where i assume is Derbyshire?

    • Drifts are still lying under the walls and at the sides of the more exposed roads and there was a sprinkle of snow on the highest hills today.
      But in general it is grey cold and drab. The camera hasn’t been out for days.

  2. It seems that the January blues has descended on a fair few of us, including me, this year!
    Never mind it will soon be spring and we’ll all be feeling as lively as Spud again! xx

  3. Flighty I hear you
    I suffer every year. The snow seemed to help as it lightened the nights up. But as usual we are back to drab and grey and bleakness.
    This morning was okay though as Ive been down to Cornwall. The sunrise over the China Clay Pits at St Austell was very nice.
    The 600mile drive wasn’t so good though.

  4. OK, I propose emergency measures.

    Let’s post the most outrageously colorful photos that we can construct. This may require taking them indoors at a mall that features clothing for teenaged children.

    Second, let’s revisit Comfort Foods. Posts on that theme caused much hilarity last year around this time.

    Third, let’s be as forgiving of Mama Nature as Spud has been of the vet, for hasn’t she given us dogs and seed catalogs as well as the Dreadful Dismals?

    (And yes it’s gray flannel here, too, but I’ve had a bit of chocolate.)

  5. Spring is sprung,

    the grass is riz.

    I wunder where the birdies iz?.

    The bird is on the wing.

    But that’s abzurd, I always thought the wing was on the bird.

    Well the more wacky the poem the faster the grey days goes and guess what – we did not switch on the electric light till 4.15pm and I am much further North. Yippee.

    Oh and I had the last plum crumble from the 2009 Victoria’s today. Loads of custard and am now stuffed.

  6. I’m with you ~ after a couple of pleasant days, we’re back to grey, wet and windy! More sunshiny blue, please 🙂

  7. Strikingly beautiful shot.
    I must brag though, we had a warm day and our snow melted -yay.

  8. Glad that Spud is such a joy for you and your family. I understand, exactly, your statement about being so relieved he wants to kiss the vet rather than savage him, too. My dog — much beloved by me and my family — has been what the puppy kindergarten instructor called “fear aggressive” since he was just 8 months old. We love him dearly, and he’s fine with us, his “pack,” but we cannot trust him around other people at all.

    He’s going on 14 years old now, and while he’s mellowed quite a lot with age, taking him to the vet is always a traumatic experience for all of us. He has to be tranquilized in advance, and even then, must be muzzled. I can’t handle him — he weighs 80 pounds (not sure what that is in stones) so my husband gets the duty. Fortunately, Logan (the dog) has always been healthy, so he’s only had to see the vet once a year for shots and a check up.

    That said, as much as I love the old goof, I’m looking forward to someday having a “normal” dog again — one that loves not only the vet, but everyone else it comes into contact with. We adopted Logan and we’ve cared for and loved him in spite of his “cracked” brain, and I’ve always loved dogs. But I’ve never had one like this before. It’s very sad.

  9. It would be nice to see blue skies, the grey skies are definitely affecting my mood – finding it very difficult to engender any enthusiasm for going out with my camera.

    Must have made the vets day, to have a dog that actually likes him.

  10. Great idea to take Spud straight from the vets to the pet shop. He’ll have even better associations than he already has. Bless him, and the vet. My little pup recently spent two nights not just at the vets but at the pet hospital. When they rang me to say she was ok to come home I think that was so the staff could get some work done. They were spending rather a lot of time cuddling her!

  11. Blue is so welcome during our winter grays. It’s like we’ve died and gone to heaven when the sun comes out.

  12. I noticed that the snowdrops are just pushing their way up! Spring, oh roll on spring!

  13. gorgeous photo and I also love the darling rooster in the sidebar too

  14. hugs. that vet thing is hard. so glad things are good in that way for spud.

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