I've been thinking for awhile that this blog needs more of a focus. Well, not the blog, but the blogger is in need of a focus. So I've decided to institute a weekly feature - postcard of the week.
I used to write lots of letters. In the attic, I have boxes of my own and my friends' letters from the 70s and 80s. Then what happened? Computers and email. I hardly ever write letters now.
I do write postcards, though, and luckily, so do our friends. Postcards are the main form of personal correspondence we receive. I don't know if we're unusual but we usually receive at least one postcard a week. Maybe it's because we have strong connections with family and friends who live in other places.
This is what it says on the back: Wensleydale Sheep (found in northern England and Scotland) produce the finest lustre wool in the world.
This postcard actually came for Olle, from his godmother who lives in Devon but was on holiday in Yorkshire. Her opening sentence is "Aren't these crazy sheep!" and she goes on to describe all the black-faced lambs, rushing screams (creeks) and daffodils of the English spring.
I associate Yorkshire with an open fire in chilly June and dense fog in August.