The rose into a clear blue sky, and barely a breath of wind stirred the buds on the various plants greeting the impending arrival of spring. We had a coffee, then I cooked bacon butties, washed down with more coffee. Ready for the world, we pulled on our walking boots and set out for another walk.
This time we chose the route up to the woods near Windy Ridge. We pass people out walking their dogs, and her we are, just walking for the fun of it, and for me to take yet more pictures. We did not see much, certainly no butterflies, or at least one I could snap. We reached the wood and then walked east until we reached the fine view down to Kingsdown. We turned back and walked through the wood, I snapped a couple of species of fungi.
I guess we were out for just an hour or so, but it seemed to be enough for us. After a breather, in the car to visit Nan and then the old folks in Whitfield. Nan is fine, knitting furiously, and now able to listen to the TV thanks to a pair of headphones. The old folks are the same, Tony has a bad smokers cough which he apologises for whilst he rolls up his next fag.
Back home we have lunch and I watch MOTD, revelling in the glory of a Norwich won and we scored what might be one of the goals of the season. We shall see. Arsenal’s 6-0 defeat is as bad as it sounded on the radio, and always finny to see Mr Wenger explain it away.
Later in the afternoon I cook roast beef and all the trimmings whilst listening to yet more football. But it is good, and soon the house is filled with the smell of cooking. I even manage to squeeze in another session on the cross-trainer whilst dinner cooked.
That night four badgers just about fill the front garden, all searching for peanuts. I get a shot of three of them, including the one who get the nuts off the top of the wall. All is well with the world.
Apart it being Monday tomorrow, of course.
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