Squiggles

Lincolnshire.

Someone has been doing squiggles in the sky, she said.

I can't see any circles, he said.

Squiggles! (Said with emphasis.)

Lincolnshire is the home of the Red Arrows, he said.

What are red arrows? I said.

Oh look, they are making some new circles as we watch. 

Circles appeared around a cigar shaped cloud in the distance, then distorted and rose up to join the squiggles.

We had driven past snow, into 'The North' (I was told I was now in The North of my own island.  I have never been there before.) Then there was no snow and lots of sunshine....perhaps we should move to The North, it looks brighter than Hampshire. 

Later, more snow: Lincolnshire Wolds apparently. It must be some kind of mountain I guess.

And now I have a hotel room in a place called Louth. It has black carpet, which probably shows up grey fur.

My igloo looks right at home somehow.

We came north to visit Mr B's sister in York (Aunty-B has cancer and is not at all well so not well in fact that as we are heading north she is going to hospital in a different city in the west.) We have stopped off to see two of my human sisters and a big-small-human niece who live in Louth and to get news of Aunty-B.