At the Old Railway Line, Three Cocks. In view of the latest news on Covid, and a personal phone call of reassurance from Mark Drakeford (the first Minister of Wales), Joan decided that a shopping trip was needed, so accompanied by her trusty steed off we went.
Joan’s first outing in fifteen months or so, her first trip in her wheelchair, and our initiation into how to be a pusher (chair not County lines).
All new protocols for us, fill in a test and trace, wait to be seated, order and pay keeping two metres apart, and three coffees and cheeses scones. We spotted a known gentleman who used to visit regularly with his wife, co-incidentally in a wheelchair, but he’s now alone. Maybe his wife succumbed to COVID – scary thought.
It takes two to shift this. “This” is a cider mill apple squashing/squishing/juice squeezing wheel.…
Nothing beats an early morning stroll around the garden. https://youtube.com/shorts/jE2BieGdtv4?si=k9thYfmJsd2nue3e
In the wild flower meadow nature has collapsed the daffodils overnight. Slowly, imperceptibly, the daffs…
A Sunday look at the (new) polytunnel. https://youtu.be/X6p4vtDWKS0?si=pYT71mJdimF9mMng
Arguably, the spelling could be correct as it was here last week, and it’s still…