Early morning and the bright low spring sun lights up the fingers of the pollarded willow.
I'm on my way to the summerhouse for breakfast.
The potter has made it...porridge and coffee for me...and some bacon on toast for him.
There is a sense of all slowing down...no more pressure to get the shop open...make the midmorning drinks...sort out which emails need to be answered immediately.
One of our grandgirls phoned on the mobile. Always a joy to speak to one of the five.
she's a twin..and they are 18 and should be doing A-levels...but there you go..life will go on after all this is over.
Stay well you readers.