Saturday 19th September 2020

Out 12th wedding anniversary.

We got one card. But we were expecting none, so, a win!

It is the weekend, a time of rest. And yet, the week had not been that rushed if I am honest, but with Radmac, Huey, Liz and then football followed by Le Tour, it would have been easy to stay home, messing around online, doing next to nothing.

But Jools said, are you coming out for a walk?

No.

But I did.

We have coffee, then fruit, then another coffee and criossants.

A perfect hobbitses start to the day, two breakfasts, then a lazy walk in the country to be back home for lunch.

I go out for walks with no expectations, just to snap what is there. I hope to snap some flowers in bloom, and maybe a butterfly, but then its late in the season.

We go out over the field to Fleet House, the path is very overgrown, but now mostly dried vegetation as nature waits for the first frosts. I see mostly Bristly Ox Tongue and dried Burdocks, but there are other dandelion type plants, but no butterflies.

Past the butterfly glade, and again, none seen, though a couple of teasels are still in flower, whilst others are dried out husks, food for Goldfinches and other birds.

We walk on.

Down past the farm, then up the long slope beyond. The ground is hard like iron, as we have had little rain in a month, and what we do get drains away into the clak bedrock six inches down.

Through the wood at Windy Ridge, which has always been disappointing as far as fungi is concerned, usually only good for Jelly Ears and King Alfred's Cakes, but not even those.

I cut through the undergrowth to the track, and was rewarded with a Wall Brown that was more than happy to bak in the sunshine for me to snap. I then had to make way for four horses and their riders, going for a trot in the countryside, I wish them all a good day.

Because it was.

And it was at the point we turned for home that I saw The Queen. (see previous post).

I didn't know it was a or the Queen, or that the Queen was a male. But I knew it was "something".

Back home down to Collingwood, then down the track to the one that leads to our street.

And to home to review shots and ID the Fritillary, which was confirmed on FB.

And then lunch, hame and home made chutney rolls followed by toasted crumpets and lashings of melted butter.

And a huge brew.

I could have litened or even watched the football. I, instead, watch the time trial stage of Le Tour and keep in touch with football via Twitter. Norwich draw 2-2, but came back from behind to get a result for the first time in 17 months.

We have to take these tiny positives.

We have coffee then go to Jen's for cards, a Chinese takeaway and fizz!

Betty is doing OK, though drifts in and out of being coherent. But she seems happy enough, though her carers warn of bed sores, so she needs more moving about.

Jools goes to get the meal, which was very nice indeed. We each have a glass of fizz, they toast us and I get wet granny kisses.

As it should be.