Wow what a difference a week can make to the weather, storm Katie caused havoc all over the UK. Last weekend we had our great friends visiting from Essex, and this is an absolute fact! No matter when they visit it rains, we have tried our best to trick Mother Nature by swapping and changing the date they visit, and in over nearly 14 years of visits I think we have only had good weather once.
A bit of bad weather cannot come between good friends, and they now come prepared with all the necessary wet weather gear for visiting sunny Lancashire. Last weekend was no different. Only the week before I was celebrating spring finally being here, and then last week it all went what I can only describe as pear shaped.
On Saturday we were protected by the glorious dome of the Trafford Centre as we shopped to our hearts content, whilst the men got soaked to the skin at clay pigeon shooting. But Sunday we had planned a 5-mile walk to our favourite village bistro for dinner.
That morning we sat watching the torrential rain feeling there was no hope, and all the kids were claiming there was no way on earth they were walking. But then the sun started to peek through the clouds and we rounded up the moaning teens and headed out on our trek knowing we had a glass of wine an amazing dinner waiting at the end.
There is something beautiful about walking after the rain, the smell in the air, the reflection of the puddles and droplets on the leaves. And to enjoy a walk like this with friends is just priceless. Let me tell you we arrived at the bistro just in time, within 10 minutes the heavens had opened, only to be followed by hail and snow.
I know it is instinct to batten down the hatches and snuggle in front of the fire on days like this, but sometimes with a little help from nature and a break in the rain, a lovely long walk with good friends and family is just what the doctor ordered. I am so lucky to have such wonderful people in my life, and its days like this I will always treasure.