Stepping out of the front door this morning I filled my lungs with the morning air and immediately wished I hadn’t. I breathed in two great lungsful of sulphurous air. YUK!
The much announced volcanic ash from Iceland’s recent volcano isn’t just a hyped up media story after all. Isn’t it amazing that we can smell sulphur from a volcano in Iceland!!?!! Am I the only person who thinks it’s amazing? Everyone else has looked at me like I’m a bit sad when I’ve gone into raptures about it.
This afternoon’s day out in Wigan was brilliant. Haigh Hall’s miniature railway wasn’t working, neither was the hook a duck or the crazy golf but we still had a greta time. The clingons painted figures in one of the art workshops and then we all had a go at batik. Here’s my paltry effort:
After the craft workshops we went for a stroll round the walled garden, it was gorgeous. We saw this tree with no leaves and about 6 flowers on it, I think it was a magnolia tree, if you know different please feel free to say so. It was worth a pic of it’s own that one:
The clingons experimented with the timer on the camera to do some self portraits: