Around this time we’d usually have been in Lagrasse enjoying (some of) the cultural events. As it is, we’ve pretty well decided than long road trips are no longer for us. The Yorkshire trip was a bit much for us, and even a trip to the sea yesterday reminded us that driving is not fun these days. Appalling roads, worse still driving: we used to enjoy going out for a drive, but not now.
We went to Dungeness for a bit of fresh air and a little stroll across the shingle. My superb new walking stick helped: we went and collected it on Wednesday from my dear friend Dave Mann, who had crafted it from burr elm. Gardening tends to be at dusk these days, given the high daytime temperatures. I did a bit of planting a couple of nights ago, but find that I missed the tray of busy lizzies: a job for later this evening.
I’m standing back a bit from political commentary: others are doing it so better than I can. I’m welcoming the good news of our new PM’s utterances, but am old enough to bide my time. As for the Untied States of America, I think the electorate is finally coming to its senses. I hope I live long enough to see the results.
