I am currently feeling pretty pole-axed by a head cold. I realise I have not had a cold for about 18 months, owing to all the restrictions. So I suppose I have little resistance. I managed to put out a few more plants in the garden, in between the showers, and while I still had enough energy.
This afternoon we managed a short walk in Oaks Park. The blossom trees are looking good, and some interesting flowers(?) on the spruce.
We also visited a farm shop which we patronised much more frequently last year when we did not want to go to supermarkets. It specialises in locally sourced meat, so we stocked up on some choice items.
I watched the final episode of “Pursuit of Love.” I have not read Nancy Mitford’s book on which it is based. I think I enjoyed it mainly for the costumes and the aristocratic shenanigans. It was pure escapism, which is sometimes necessary. I have given up on news analysis, it is all too gloomy.
This is an interesting programme, of interest to wild swimmers, and others I am sure.