The rain, or rather
drizzle at this stage, is back.
It struck me
yesterday, as we came out of Morrisons supermarket, just how much snow must
have fallen since we were here last week. Nothing much had arrived in Morecambe
itself, but from the car park, between the houses & trees, you can see the Pennine fells
beyond. Now they have a glowing white thick blanket covering them. I’m sure it
wasn’t there last week.
It’s quite amazing
to think that today is the day of the spring equinox. Officially it’s spring,
yet around here the temperatures are definitely wintry. Our central heating
remains on all day & we are very grateful it is. We’re telling ourselves
the thermostat will switch the heating off on the odd milder day, but
predominantly it is too cold to do without.
I meanwhile am
warming myself with thoughts of Italy.
I’m reading a few guidebooks on the area. I’m amazed just how wheelchair
accessible Venice
seems to be. The Venetians really seem to have worked hard to make it easier
despite living in a city crisscrossed with canals & bridges and so many
buildings dating from Renaissance times. Some other parts of the world could do
with learning lessons from them. Today I’m off back to the Dolomites with all
their scenic beauty.
While I’m doing
that, the Fox is trying to learn a few words of Italian. He feels he needs them
in case he needs help finding out if there is an accessible way of doing things
& if so how.
We’re trying to
ignore all our worries and determinedly concentrate on preparing for the
holiday. It can’t come too soon.
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