Our close was visited today by an industrious team of pothole repairmen. Curiosity drove me to draw closer to the scene, taking a meandering route down our road to avoid the growing cavities. There was tut-tutting at the poor previous repairs and the parlous state of the general road structure. Five holes were to be repaired, but where to begin amongst the many.
Commiserations shared on the forlorn nature of the task, I returned to work.
Emerging more than an hour later to take a constitutional walk to the medical practitioners, I found the team still at work. A series of neatly cut and filled holes marked the road, well in excess of the five intended. Two of the last excavated holes showed a cross-section of our road where it's thin and fragile tarmacadam layer was only too readily apparent.
Yet there was a pride in the team, aiming to do their work well, even if conditions conspired against them and the only real solution would be to strip the road surface and lay a new, more substantial road.
Mr Straus called by and I invited him to the Cafe Diem in the Milton Country Park for a light luncheon on the Cafe balcony as this was truly a balmy day. Refreshed and replete, he departed for Corby and I made my way back through the park.
The velvety soft pussy willows were emerging and leaf buds were starting to open. Scattered through out the park were Hawthorns with their white flowers flushed into full bloom, radiant in the sunshine. I took the opportunity to take some photographs, aiming to capture the blossom on individual branches as studies for later practice in the art of Chinese brush painting.
This evening's news dominated by the radical budget that promised to encourage small businesses (Hurrah!) and by the sad news that one of the last remaining screen idols from the Golden Age of Cinema, Elizabeth Taylor, had passed away.
The days birdwatch at the feeder had bagged a lower count than yesterday, perhaps because of the sunshine.
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