I’d really fancied a hot lunch at Sainsbury’s yesterday. Visions of eggs, sausages, bacon… You know the kind of thing.
“Have you seen the size of that queue?” Graham asked, pointing at the café where a long line of waiting customers ran right round the wall and out of the door, almost.
“Gulp!” was all I could think of in response.
“Gulp indeed. How’s about we do a really fast shop, pick up something extra munchy for lunch and go home to eat it?”
“It’s a deal. It’ll shorten our exposure to all these coughing people, too.”
That’s what we did, then, and as a highlight of the day it wasn’t so bad.
Today the weather is still very cold, but so dry you don’t really notice. And the sun could almost make you think it was Spring rather than the darkest depth of bleak mid-winter.
I have it on good authority that the Enchanted Forest is completely dry underfoot now. I think I may well venture inside for a gentle stroll this afternoon or perhaps tomorrow morning. I feel an urgent need to breath forest air.
This morning, though, I took the safer route of a stroll to the end of the road, a gentle slope on the outward leg and then downhill all the way home. On my way out I paid my respects to Blackie, our local feline sentinel, on guard to ensure that there is no unsuitable behaviour in the village.
A gentle stroll along the road
