Sunday is never my favourite day - there are so few people about. It is as though everyone goes to earth on a Sunday. I shall go for my walk in a few minutes but I doubt I shall see another soul anywhere. What to write about today? I don't know but I am hoping inspiration will strike on my walk. Watch this space.
Rather pleased with myself because I did my usual walk and then after my lunch Priscilla and I went into the back garden and I - with her help - swept up the winter debris from the corners of the patio, swept up some of the moss and cut back a perennial in the long border. Not much but a start - hopefully I will get better at it with her help.
Then I came in, made myself a cup of tea and watched Kate Humble walk a stretch of the Suffolk coastal path - a delightful programme which brought back so many happy memories of the time the farmer and I stayed for a week at the lovely hotel in Blakeney. Happy days.