Another gardening day. This is Tim tackling the corkscrew hazel.
The Airnb flat needed cleaning and preparing for guests arriving today so we have all been domestic gods/goddesses.
I was amused to see that the rocking horse also had its mask on.
It was fun to pick the black beans (which turn green when cooked, I did not know that) and the beetroot. We had these for dinner, with the homegrown potatoes and the locally caught trout, which was all absolutely delicious.
Prior to that. three of us went for a swim in the local lake, which was a tad cooler than the last time I was there. But it was cool and refreshing and certainly enabled one to work up an appetite.
Covid seems to have passed the village by and it all seems just as it ever was. No-one leaps off the pavement to keep a distance, and everyone is friendly and chatty. Rural England, the good life. I do think about my travels last year, the wedding in Germany, the visit to my penfriend in Menden, walking holiday in Devon……but maybe next year. As Scarlett O’Hara said, tomorrow is another day.