We popped out for milk the other day, and were lucky enough to spy a flock of waxwings in a tree full of berries. They’re lovely creatures, with their perky tufts and splashes of red and yellow. They’re not native to the UK, and only migrate here occasionally, so it’s pretty exciting to see them. I’m told it means there’ll be a cold winter.
I’m loving my city at the minute. Here’s just a few of the cheery things I’ve encountered in the last couple of weeks…
- These folk are lovely. They collect songs from around the world that are sung in Sheffield. I had the pleasure of serving tea at a concert of theirs last week and it was a Very Jolly Evening Indeed. (I should confess my boyfriend is one of them, but I’d say it even if he wasn’t)
- This is a great idea. I met with a lovely bunch of people to discuss the possibility of starting something like it in our city. Hope it works out.
- These folk are lovely too. European music and dance, and gin. Excellent.
- These folk are the best. Of course, I’m biased (my boyfriend is one of them too, he gets around a bit), but it really was a beautiful way to spend a lunchtime.
- Can’t believe I’ve never heard of this place before – and then encountered it twice in two days! Spent a most bizarre evening here making a cacophonous racket with part of my flute. I can only apologise.
We rounded off the weekend with breakfast in this cheery cafe in an antiques centre.