Man, life is tricky. Last week I thought I had lost my mush and this week I have got too much. The mushy peas seem to be going the way of a green soup. Got to rectify this in the next 5 min or else the family will kick me out in the snow and leave me to die with my harmonica pucker whistling in the wind. Mushy peas: a true test of a man's Yorkshire credibility.

I had a lovely walk around York a couple of days ago, 6 miles no less, with the lovely Fiona and Clifford. There weren't many birds to see but the sky and clouds were beautiful and it was amazing to see the top parts of cumulus clouds getting so high that they started to spread out, the ice crystals sinking and evaporating in front of our eyes. I've never seen clouds disappear so quickly just leaving a milky white trace behind spread out across thousands of square metres of sky.

Today the fantabulous Fiona accepted my offer to take her for a nice walk around Billy Banks Words in Richmond which was great. The spring is very late so it felt quite wintry complete with a biting north-east wind. Still, after delicately flitting through part of the woods and stomping our way through World War I style mud in another part we eventually arrived back at Richmond town centre and purchased the last two Fat Rascals to revive our flagging energy. Our boots were really heavy by then covered in mud but we kicked a lot of it off when we were sat underneath Richmond town clock which brought a nice comment from a lady about it being okay to leave a load of mud around the marketplace because we are in the country anyway. Did she really need to tell me that? But God bless, she did and it reminded me of the many times that people have given me a quizzical look when I have told them something similar.

Well, the mushy peas look like they are going to get there and my place in the family is safe. To everybody out there doing the family bit, walking or just aiming to have a good time: have a great weekend!