Well, blame this one on us. Isobel’s great whinge has long been that we don’t get proper frost here in the bottom left hand corner of Lincolnshire. Rain, broiling sun, but never really deep, snapping frost. So imagine how unsympathetic we are all being now that the ground is white, the air is white, our very breath is white, and she’s still complaining – although now, of course, it’s that it’s cold. She’s right: it’s perishing. Truly, really cold, seemingly everywhere. City friends have almost had to don garments with full sleeves, we gather! Here, we never have fewer than three layers on and right now, as I type, I have five including fingerless gloves which are of course largely pointless. Only this morning Callie the L&F pooch came a cropper on the back door step in the black ice – we shouldn’t have laughed but it really was very funny: keen to get into the relative warm she came tearing round the corner and ended in an unseemly flailing of greyhound-based lurcher limbs, unscathed but startled. If we ever get her to use that door again, it’ll be a miracle. So what a relief to be focusing on our new, Spring designs! Redolent of warmer days, garden growth, and strong colours promising regeneration – already we have bright green and white snowdrops sticking their noses above ground - it’s a joy to watch them appear from Isobel’s brushes and pens in the first stage of their journey to our website and shelves. Stand by! This bit may be our fault, but we’ll see you right. Not long to wait ….
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