Anniversary dinner

Today is the anniversary of our wedding. Twenty six days since the day snow covered the car to give us a white wedding. We tied ribbons to the car, to give some semblance of a traditional event, but Peter, my brother who was driving us, started the windscreen wipers to clear the snow. They caught the ribbons and blew them off so they fluttered like pennants.

Today is still and warm as an early day in summer. The carpets of snow drops are the finest for years, and still all out, with wild daffodils blooming among the briers, and by the riverbank a solitary flawless crocus was catching the sun.

Wild winter crocus in Clare Wood

We had thought of a celebratory meal out tonight, but decided instead to have romantic fish and chips, and chip butties for Ann with mushy peas. For entertainment, we watched a new video, First Man. Though a bit short on technical detail, it gave good emphasis to Armstrong's character though it did somewhat neglect all the other characters, but I suppose that was only fair in view of its title.