Snowdrops

The first of the year I saw today braving the rush of wind along the old drive to Tremough house. Primroses as well as snowdrops, little signs of Spring that made me feel lighter and happier. It began as another grey day, but the sun eased through the clouds at lunchtime and it became a beautiful, fresh day with little golden lights in the grass. But as is the way of things, the clouds bullied their way through and on my way to Truro, I literally drove into one of the biggest rain storms I've ever seen. There was a curtain of white rain and hail which slashed the roads and cars, in seconds there was a flood of water that the car was crawling through. It was terrifying, but wonderful at the same time. The power of water is devastating.

A reminder of mortality came today, at the risk of sounding morbid and gloomy. When caught in the rainstorm, I was heading for the hospital for a test, which I'm sure will be fine, but I have to wait a week to be certain. And had to face a doctor sticking a needle in my neck several times, having missed the right place the first time. I'm sure there was a glint of enjoyment in his eyes. Fortunately, I'm not a fainting type. And I'm only slightly scarred.

Hospitals are interesting places for listening to people. A lot of us were squeezed into a waiting room, waiting for quite a while. Various conversations were going on, one about bridges, one about vases. Not the place to pull out a notebook and start jotting, so I listened as inconspicuously as possible whilst browsing through a copy of Yachting World.

Complete change of subject, but big idea for a non-fiction book has now changed completely again. I was all fired up to write about motorways and all that goes with them, but found my enthusiasm fading. So have now decided to write about Steam Railways, and discover my inner anorak. Shouldn't be too hard to find, as I have also been a star trek fan, going so far as to attend a convention a few years ago.
Trainspotters (and anoraks) rule.