End of the week

As just thinking about poetry gives me the ick and makes my skin crawl, after breakfast and Lorraine's scoot off to deliver Story Time, I called Mum for a chat, and then made off for a longish walk, ending up at Wynnes where I bought a large bag of fish food for the goldfish and then mooched back, alongside fields. Perhaps it was the return of a day of sunshine, or that I was laughing out loud to the Jeeves story I was listening to, but I strangely full of cheer, and ended up walking about seven miles.  My gut gripes have abated as mysteriously as they arrived. And apart from a bout of tidying the house did not too much otherwise. Lorraine spent much of the afternoon with Pat and Maureen. 

Lorraine home, and I popped down the road to collect her pottery experiments. She is learning about the use of various glazes and slips and so on, and very handily there is a woman with a kiln just around the corner from our road. Two boxes, and some of the glaze combinations look very lovely.

A substantial gathering of rebooters tonight. Brian and Yvonne, dressed in navy blue and white, and looking relaxed after a week in Greece. Yvonne said she left her laptop and phone in the UK for a proper relax. Steve and Freja who'd had a slightly trying day including a car malfunction. Adele and Patrick, Guy who is becoming a regular now, Andy who had just been for a sunset swim, and Matthew with his arm in a swing. He keeps using his arm all the time and the collar bone is struggling to mend. A cheery couple of hours with lots of jollity. Lorraine and I strapped on a nosebag too.

Below another accidental snap from my camera while walking. I quite like these shots. Also liking the hawthorns against the blue sky.