We also saw a rare species which seems to have emerged from hibernation - the Historical Re-enactor. We caught a glimpse of a kilted man with a blue face and as we drew near, realised there was a growing group of kilted and non-kilted people with various things daubed on their faces and carrying wooden weapons.
Now, I could be wrong but I cannot for the life of me recall a major battle with the Scots in the leafy surroundings of West Yorkshire, so I was bemused by the scene. The last word on this must go to OH. Surveying the frankly improbable scene of be-kilted and mud-smeared warriors lurking around a glade in a remote Pennine valley, he said "It's just like Midsomer Murders."
Today was my birthday. I reflected on the last couple of years and all their events. Eighteen months ago I had never read a blog, never mind thought of writing one. Two years ago around my birthday I was in a London office overlooking the gleaming white stone of St Paul's Cathedral and had no idea that by the end of that year I would have given up my well paid job to become self-employed. My quality of life is infinitely better as a result, even if my bank balance is rather worse.
So, what will the next year bring? I have no idea, but am sure it will be full of surprises.
The picture at the top is a cornflower, at the bottom an allium. Normal gardening resumes tomorrow, weather permitting.