Follow the orange path

Such a different day, alike as chalk and cheese. We scooted out for a walk, planning to call in at the George in Leeds Village but we were too early and had to carry on to complete the 7 miles without refreshment.

By the time we got back and had lunch (and I'd had a snooze) there was not much of the afternoon left. Enough light for Susan to get her winter bedding plants in and enough time for me to fiddle with a match report and begin to write the structure of a policy document. What fun for a Sunday afternoon.

Chicken, mushroom and bacon pie for dinner with Doreen followed by tapioca. The first time we've all had that in many a year.