Sad little story this morning. A lady just down the road has a business which does shopping for us and leaves the bill in the box to be paid within seven days. The same business also delivers milk, so there were two bills to pay this morning. I decided to walk down and put the cheque through the letter box as she lives quite near to here. In actual fact the walk was a little too far and down hill all the way there and uphill all the way back - not all that good for my ankle and knee, However, I survived.
But on the way back I came upon a sad little scene. On the side of the path was the body of a tiny swallow. I wouldn't have thought the swallows had been here long enough to rebuild their nests, lay eggs in them, hatch and then fledge them. But this was without doubt a swallow and it was a fully fledged swallow, far too small to be a last year's bird. It was totally unmarked and so beautiful, so have no idea how it had been killed.
After lunch friend W and I had a lovely Zoom meeting with P and D, the two friends we usually meet regularly for lunch in Kirkby Lonsdale, so that passed a lovely three quarters of an hour of pleasant chat. Now all that remains to be done today is a pile of ironing and I intend to do that now. So until tomorrow.