Who'd a thought it? Yesterday we had enough sunshine to ward off the cold easterly wind and today the snow is falling in thick flakes. I had anticipated that we might have some of the white stuff tonight with the possibility of waking up to a blanketed garden, but it has arrived early.
So a day spent indoors apart from a couple of short forays up the lane with a reluctant little dog (Benji doesn't 'do' precipitation of any sort) means led me to sort out another post on my blog (please don't faint!).
So yesterday I drove to the Tamar Valley Centre in Drakewalls, Gunnislake where I spent a very nice hour or so wandering around the Art Exhibition. Permission was given for Benji to accompany me, so that saved him from stressing, yapping and panting in the car while I was out of sight.
He also enjoyed a little excursion around the old mine ruins that surround the building.
Rather than drive straight back home I decided to drive down the valley to Calstock, a small village on the banks of the River Tamar which has been an important river port since Saxon times.
I loved the tall white houses and very narrow streets - and admired the skill of the School Bus driver as he manoeuvred his coach around the tight turns on such steep gradients.
But Calstock is dominated by the splendid viaduct of 1908 which carries the branch line from Plymouth to Gunnislake.
Sunbathing, dozing Muscovy Duck.
Passing through Cotehele on the way home, I couldn't resist buying a couple of bunches of sweetly perfumed narcissi from one of the many roadside stalls.
I love this time of the year when the Daffodils are all around.