We've both been suffering from a touch of cabin fever these last few days. True, we've been out and about, but only by car on duty and shopping trips. A wet, stormy night has dissipated all the snow except where it had been swept into heaps. We set off for a stroll round the block late this morning, and finished up walking the couple of miles into town for lunch. We are so lucky here: there is a good network of paved footpaths across the common, and one of them connects to one of the poshest private roads. We do like to check on the poor folks and make sure they're surviving. So, it seems are their builders - lots of work in progress.
One of the things I like about the village in France is that I rarely make the walk to the shops without bumping into friends or neighbours and stopping for a chat. Not so common here, but today we bumped into four neighbours and a former colleague, and dropped into a local church for a look round, much to the delight of the chap who was in no hurry to lock it up. It's quite a spacious church for a small village, and has quite a lot of Burne-Jones windows.
We probably undid all the good the walk had done us by lunching in the Italian restaurant in the High Street, and I did not demur at the idea of getting the bus home. That still leaves a 5-minute uphill walk, so one feels not wholly without virtue.
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