April 27th already. Where did April go? Hard to believe that it is May at the weekend.
What have we been doing since last I wrote. Not that much I’m afraid, that’s any different to normal, or what counts as normal these days.
Of course we have walked, Sunday 8.6 miles, Monday 3.6 miles and today 4.9 miles.
Market day and met Rachel for coffee and a chat on Monday after she had been to the dentist.
Manda came for tea and chat this afternoon, we sat and froze and eyed the sky for rain. We’d had a few drops earlier but finally got a reasonable amount around 5pm. The garden looks perkier for it.
We were sad to see today that the lower river swans nest had been raided and her eggs smashed. She wasn’t at the nest site when we walked by firstly, but was there on our return looking very dejected, picking at bits of twig around her nest. We felt so bad for her. Whether she will try another clutch of eggs remains to be seen. Top river swan is still sitting, her nest isn’t quite so accessible.
I finished a shawl I’ve been working on for a while this evening, which I will block and photograph tomorrow at some point. I’m now down to just one work in progress which is the ten stitch blanket I started a few weeks ago and no hurry for that, so I’m in the market for a new project but currently undecided what to make.
The news is depressing, no movement on overseas travel and so we wait. Like everyone we just want a change of scene whether it be in France or if not, then the UK.
Both our girls have birthdays this week. Rebecca’s was yesterday and Rachel tomorrow, she has the afternoon off so we are meeting her for a birthday drink in town. Hoping for a better day than today but it’s not looking promising right now and as everything has to happen outside it could be wet!
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