When The Wind Changes

I picked up my parcel of tea from the Post Office this morning and had a haircut.

In the afternoon, Mr H and I went for a walk that passes the allotments. The weather vane is set up there but not really in working order. I wonder what the '13' means. Mr H thinks that the weather vane may have belonged to a house, before it found its current home.

We are both just thawing out again now and I have made the 'flax egg' ready to make the gingerbread. Oh, and I had a cup of chocolate flake tea.