The rain to the wind said,
‘You push and I’ll pelt.’
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged–though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.

Robert Frost

We spent the Christmas and New Year period here at home and barring an odd, brief, moment of respite, it was perpetually grey, overcast and damp. It wasn’t always actually raining, but when it didn’t rain it was foggy or misty, and wet – always wet.

In doggerel and stout let me honour this country
Though the air is so soft that it smudges the words

Louis MacNeice

Meanwhile, the weather was mirrored by my own state, struggling with a persistent chest infection, full of mist and fog. It didn’t exactly lay me low, but just left me – well, like the weather – disappointing and damply pathetic.


As a consequence we didn’t get out half as much as I would have liked. Even the slightest of inclines had me wheezing and coughing.

But, there’s always a bright side – these Gloucestershire Old Spots seemed quite content with the prevailing humidity.


And we made the best of it at home. Whilst we weren’t getting out so much to see the wildlife – the wildlife came to us. Our garden was regularly visited by woodpeckers. One morning it hosted…..


….a roe deer for a couple of hours.

And then of course there were the joys of staying indoors: playing some games, watching a few films, just generally spending some time together without the usual hustle and bustle.

Christingle candles

The kids did us proud and even cooked a family tea one evening, and breakfast the following morning. (Lentil and tomato soup, part-baked rolls, chocolate brownies. Porridge and pancakes – don’t worry we did help them with knives and ovens and such like).

Now that I’m back at work, the weather has begun to turn colder, the wind will soon be in  the North, and there’s the prospect of a little brighter weather at least. What’s more, a third course of antibiotics seems to be doing the trick, and it’s a real marvel to be breathing freely again. Time to make some plans for a proper walk…..


10 thoughts on “Lodged

  1. Happy New Year matey! Sounds a bit grim with the bad chest and the weather but nothing wrong with some quality festering. Managed a few days out with George and D over New Year between the rain

    1. beatingthebounds says:

      And to you!
      I may have overstated things than – it wasn’t grim, just a bit frustrating. We managed a fortnight at home without much family squabbling which was very nice. Even TBH behaved. Quality festering is about right.
      Had a short stroll today and hoping for something a bit longer tomorrow before the snow arrives.

    1. beatingthebounds says:

      It happens from time to time, but never fails to get us very excited. Not all of our neighbours agree however: they eat flowers by preference (the deer, not the neighbours), and can kill shrubs like Hebes when they’re small.

  2. Happy New Year!

    Sorry to hear your Christmas break was a bit soggy and you succumbed to the lurgy (in both respects it was much like mine). We did manage to get out a bit, though.

    Hopefully better weather will come soon and we can all make the most of it. After all, it’s about due!

    BTW – like the Robert Frost.

    1. beatingthebounds says:

      And a Happy New Year to you Jules!
      There does seem to be an inordinate amount of lurgy about at the moment. And even more rain. Snow tomorrow apparently. Yipee!
      I like Robert Frost, I think he has a lot to offer those of us who like to get outdoors.

  3. A belated happy new year – excellent detail in the photos as usual.
    I think I’ll be wheezing a bit too when I meet the first real ascent of 2013!.
    The Gloucestershire Old Spots photo looks very like typical White Peak District fare in winter, reminds me of the 20-mile slithering mudbath treks we did years ago.

    1. beatingthebounds says:

      And to you Geoff – lets hope it brings some stunning back-packing weather.
      20 mile slithering mudbath treks – and you’ve stopped doing them? Can’t think why!

    1. beatingthebounds says:

      Thanks Emily.
      Mighty. Hmmm – mighty in a Shirley Crabtree sort of way (and that’s probably defaming mister Crabtree RIP) rather than in a Miguel Indurain huge-lung-capacity sort of way. Still – that’s something I could and should do something about.

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