Since the weather is cool but fine today, we thought we’d make a trip to Emmetts, where the primroses and bluebells are beautiful at this time of year. Had I thought to check the web site, I’d have learned that access from our side of the mountain is blocked by roadworks. The detour would have taken quite a while, so we opted for a gentle drive home, pausing at Bough Beech to watch a moorhen fishing - and a bunch of old geezers (said he…) sitting on canvas chairs and wielding enormous cameras. Well, we saw plenty of bluebells by the roadside anyway, plus honesty, lilac, apple and cherry blossom etc, so it wasn’t a wholly wasted journey. Quite apart from the flowers and blossom, it’s always a joy at this season to see the countless shades of pale green as the trees come out of dormancy.
The little orange car passed the 100 mile mark today, and coped well with the appalling road surfaces that epitomise the legacy of the past fourteen years of - at best - incompetent government.
My new desk arrived on Sunday: fully assembled, thank goodness. My IKEA skills remain intact, but preferably unused. Having last used said skills on oak-finish bookshelves, the study thus looks a bit less incoherent than heretofore.
The packaging was pretty generous, though I feel rather guilty about heaving so much polythene and expanded polystyrene into the bin. (Given what else has to go in there these days, maybe the plastics are no worse.) The cardboard, on the other hand has a more honorable future: our new neighbour Lisa is completely restarting the garden across the road with a Japanese theme, so she’s suppressing all the grass, laying cardboard and wood chippings and planting through them.
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