I'm lucky to be married to someone who understands my need for hills and coastal scenery from time to time. Today was one of those 'times' so we headed for the hills. Yes there are a few in Lincolnshire; the Lincolnshire Wolds. I was mighty relieved to find they existed when I first moved here.
It was just the three of us with *J* at a friend's for the day. *E* enjoys scenery with headphones on these days so it felt like just the two of us for the journey. It was a pleasantly warm 17 degrees when we set off with t-shirts and sunglasses on.
Mr H joked that we were driving away from the sunny weather, and indeed it did look grey ahead. I was the eternal optimist of the day and said that it would probably blow over by the time we got there. So we found ourselves driving through Tennyson country enjoying the rolling hills, fields of bright yellow rape, coppery swathes of beech trees... and then the temperature started dropping, and dropping and we were suddenly driving through hail that was falling fast enough to create a sheet of white (I didn't dare open the car window for a photo!). It was 3 degrees and looked like deepest darkest winter.
Luckily it went away as quickly as it came and the temperature rose to a pleasant level just as we stopped off at a small market town for one of these...
No, not for me unfortunately. *E* scoffed this little lot. Green tea is pleasant but not quite in the same league. They were truly testing my dedication to my new regime by having bacon sandwiches too. Not remotely tempted. Nope.
oh my, that is a LOT of marshmallows......
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