Every time I went out to the dustbin area where we stash our recycle refuse, I kept wondering why I seemed to be getting an accumulation of snails hanging out there. Walking up the walls, lounging in the plastic bottle bag, waiting patiently in the glass and tin container box, and even residing inside the green newspapers and cardboard bag. What was it about my particular dustbin area that seemed to encourage them to head there?
Today we went on a very extraordinary walk through Cromwell woods. It began normal enough, with K and I boarding the 9.10am bus from home. The rest of the C.R.E.W members then also boarded our bus in town and we all rode up to Southowram where the walk was to begin. Following the usual talk by the team leader describing the walk we were about to do, we set off in the usual high spirits and although it was cloudy the sun kept peeping through and it was fairly warm. We had a fairly short walk through some woods, followed by joining the road at the top of Southowram where enjoyed some some stunning views of Halifax and the surrounding countryside as we walked along, until we eventually left the road and continued passed some farms and houses, We were warned to keep away in no uncertain terms with lot’s of dog barking before arriving at the entrance to the woods which was the main part of the walk.
I’ve only just realised that because I have been so occupied with the tale of my recent visit to Scotland, I have missed telling the sorry debacle that we recently experienced concerning our shower. What a farce that turned out to be! I came very close to losing it completely and it was one of the reasons why I didn’t want to return home from Scotland.
It all began the week I was due to begin my visit to Scotland on the Friday. K and I always shower first thing in the morning and that Wednesday morning was no exception. I showered first and was in the cubicle a little longer than normal as I needed to wash my hair. K followed shortly after. I had just got dressed and done my hair when the bell rang. “Who the heck’s this?” I thought to myself. It turned out to be the guy who lives in the flat below us.