Sunday Times

No rest for the wicked, Pedro, myself, the dog and My Boot camp trainer were up and out by 9am.  Good job too because there is another large grey cloud overhead now.  We headed off for the local lake.  I hobbled a bit as my exercise regime is taking its toll.

I stopped to admire the flowers, I love Cowslips.  Euan spotted the next image and asked me to take a picture for my blog, we both thought it was very funny.

 Mr Duck sitting there, hint hint!  Sorry Mr Duck no bread today, we were on a mission.  The lake was busy, so I am sure the ducks will be stuffed silly by bedtime.

Some of Her Majesty's birds.  There are some historical quirks left in our country and one is that all wild Mute Swans on open water are the property of the Queen.

Here is my 'Boot Camp Instructor' demonstrating the Outdoor Community Gym Equipment.  This equipment is great, there are several ways in which one can choose to punish and torture oneself on a Sunday morning.  I know I enjoyed it!  I did ten thingamee bobs which involved lifting my body weight!!!  As you pull down your seat goes up!  I am sure they will get much easier if I lose weight.

There are about six lots of various mechanics to choose from and people just hop on.  I nearly did myself a mischief the last time on a 'Body Toner', I gave that a miss today.  It seemed easy at the time but I ached like stink the next day!  I am afeard to make a mockery of myself in public, it is not lady like to grunt and groan and huff and puff whilst one is on a Sunday jaunt.  Will have to be up even earlier if I want to use the Community Outdoor Gym without an audience.
          I thought the little clump of Cowslips were lovely but plodding on I was rewarded for my efforts with this little meadow of wild Cowslips.

Homeward bound across what we call the 'Kingfisher Bridge' if you are lucky you can see a Kingfisher from here, I have seen one once and it was a flash of electric blue.  Euan has seen one too.

Now these are a stink but a foragers delight. . .

Very very pungent 'Wild Garlic'.  I remember Henry picking some and putting it in his pocket when he was younger his coat stank for days!  I have made 'Wild Garlic' soup once but quite frankly it was awful.  We leave it in situ now and admire it in the ground.
           One last bloom absolutely synonymous with Spring:

May Blossom, which will feed the hungry birds in the Autumn with Hawthorn berries.  My grandmother used to say 'Ne'r cast a clout til May be out!'  It is an old saying that you should not go out without your coat until the May blossom is out.  I did indeed go out without my clout coat today.
          I hobbled home, to cook the Sunday Lunch.  After all this healthy healthy healthy malarkey, I so needed a stodgey pudding!  I wanted 'Bread and Lots of Butter and Sugar Pudding', so I invented a 'Bread and Butterless' Pudding which was almost as good.  It contained sugar substitute, Vanilla extract,  no butter and my nicest chuckie eggs.  It hit the spot!

       
             Tomorrow is Saint George's day, also locally William Shakespeare's Birthday is celebrated he was born on 23rd April 1564 and Died on the 23rd April 1616.  That is not good is it?  To die on your Birthday.  I have made a mental note to self to try not to do that!  Tomorrow is the day I will announce the 'Blog Give Away Winners', I am working though, then will come home and have Mumsey stuff to do.  I will post the winners on here tomorrow night.
Love Lucy :) xxx