The Wolds Diary column with Sue Woodcock

St James Church at Nunburnholme. On the way out of the village I had trouble negotiating the new potholes that have appeared in the road.
St James Church at Nunburnholme. On the way out of the village I had trouble negotiating the new potholes that have appeared in the road.

For most of the past week I have been rather limited in what I do with a very nasty cold and cough, which meant I couldn’t talk much or sing. Nor did I want to spread it to other folk.

I have gone out with the dogs a few times, and on every walk we have done, all of us have come back smothered in mud. I have taken the opportunity of washing mats, dog blankets, dog beds and towels.

The weather has been very wet and on all the fields and woods there have been puddles, floods and large areas of water. Lambs are out with their mothers in the fields, and you can see them hopefully clinging to the slightly higher, drier, spots.

Sheep are pretty good at keeping warm in the cold, their coats are made for it, but being wet is not good for them. Quite a few farmers are having to keep the sheep in barns which is both expensive and can cause problems with infections. As I have travelled round I have seen some really good lambs, some of which are very large. I have noticed some cattle out as well, and a few calves.

Everywhere in the countryside, as well as the gardens, spring is bursting forth.

The hedgerows are sprouting green and the birds are nesting, frantically gathering bits to build their nests with.

Now the clocks have changed it is great to hear them singing lustily first thing in the morning. I have huge hedges around my garden and the birds chatter incessantly in them. One good thing about the wet ground is that it brings earthworms to the surface of the soil and the blackbirds are gathering plenty of food for their young.

Last week I purchased some magnolia trees, but before I even got a chance to plant them in the garden they are flowering.

I am a little mystified about the appearance of a clump of daffodils that have arrived in my front garden that were not there last year, and I have not planted. Not that I am complaining, I love daffodils.

I needed to take one of my old dogs, Fair, and my cat to the vet for a check-up on Wednesday. Fair is very placid, and the vet is happy with her, and the cat, Bhan, has regular visits as he has a heart complaint which the vet has been managing for years. He just needed his teeth clearing but is otherwise fine.

Every time we go, he bursts into paroxysms of purring as he adores the vet, which makes listening to his heartbeat very difficult.

Apart from the few dog walks and trips out for shopping I have tried to look after myself and have been putting together a patchwork bedspread from ties. It will take about 1,350 pieces of material. I popped down to the community shop in Market Weighton to get something to back it with. It is a wonderful shop and I always find several things I cannot possibly live without there! This visit was no exception.

On the way I went through Nunburnholme and on the way out of the village I had great difficulty negotiating the new potholes that have appeared in the road.