Gosh you are all so industrious and productive doing proper cleaning, cooking, dog walking, painting and stuff. Well done everyone.
Yesterday morning I was at a garden Morris practise again. Different garden, different people, different dances too. Fries my brain a bit I have to admit, but very aerobic and uplifting. The weather was kind, and really sunny while we sat for a natter with tea and cake after.
As Caroline notes, a group of women together can always find plenty to chat about.
Driving along the country lanes to get to the village I was very surprised to see a terrified squirrel hopping about between my car and a bike coming in the other direction. We both stopped while the little creature ran around for a while before it suddenly sprang about 1.5 m high, into the hedge. The female pheasant I encountered on the return journey simply ran ahead of me for a while and then took flight gracefully, before disappearing over the hedge.
After lunch H and I took a walk through the medieval woodland nearby, which is full of blooming bluebells at last. What a glorious sight. It is quite sheltered from the wind there, so we saw lots of butterflies, several robins and a buzzard which had been beside the stream, possibly drinking, before flying up into the tree canopy. All birdsong ceased for a time, until it flew off!
I spent the rest of the day struggling to make sense of a friend's recollections about her grandfather. 3 generations with the same name, and the stories muddled perhaps? I am hoping I have a bit of understanding now, and that she will be pleased with my efforts.