Heck, we even lay in bed until seven.
Phew, rock and roll.
We got up and made coffee, fed the cats and pondered the day ahead. The plan was "to go for a walk".
We put the radio on, have ruit for breakfast, then a second coffee, second breakfast.THe morning drifted by.
At half nine, we went out. All back to Windy Ridge on another butterfly hunt, but by then the bright start had given way to clouds and a freshening breeze. I wouldn't let that put me off.
We walked up Station Road, me now barely puffing up the hill to the top of the down. I waited for Jools as she had brough a bag and her pick, so to tidy up the neighbourhood. We like to think its not deliberate and instead caused by the wind on bin collection day, but there is just too much, and much of it fast food wrappers beside the road away from any house.
People, it seems, hate their country and the planet. Which is a shame, as its the only planet we have.We turn down the track, and nothing much had changed. Lots of bees in the ivy, a few Red Admirals and more Speckled Woods, but nothing else let alone more exotic or regal.
It was even chilly now, so I was glad to turn down the hill for the long walk past the farm and up to Fleet House. By then, Jools nearly had a bin liner full of rubbish. So sad, really.One final stomp over the fields to home, and just in time as there was rain in the air, enough to take the washing in.
That was the excitement for the day.
I make caprese and garlic bread for lunch, and as a treat we had a bottle of pink fizz, but shared between us, it made me sleepy all afternoon and I struggled to watch both football games.
Second game was Arse v Spurs, and one sided it was, with the Arse running out 3-1 winners, though should have been double that.Once the game ended, it was getting dark, so we had supper and a coffee.
9 days had passed by, I had travelled and did pretty much what I wanted, now to get back to work and earn a crust again.
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