The countries where I cannot read

[ashlyme]

Snow has fallen all day. It only started settling at tea-time. I took a picture of the field just now (it's after midnight) and it looked like dusk on my mobile screen. Despite this, hawthorn is coming into leaf in the hedges. The young leaves are nice to nibble on (an old country name for them is "bread and cheese") - pleasantly bitter, a bit like rocket, perhaps?

 

I came back from seeing a friend in town to find a copy of Vernon Watkins' "Ballad of the Mari Lwyd and Other Poems" waiting for me. Some of you will know I'm mildly obsessed with the Grey Mare and I've been after this book for a while now. It rarely turns up for sale online for under fifty quid, so I snapped it up when I got an offer for a quarter of the price. This does feel like Mari-weather.