Hug a Hebe!

It was #3 daughter and family’s first day out of quarantine so she thought it was the best time for her to bring the children to see us with some shopping from her delivery.

This might be considered a bit Neil and Glenys of us but it did lift our spirits to see the children - at a distance of course. They hared around the garden playing super heroes and hiding in the shrubbery in their
HQ, then nipping our to do “investigations”. Meanwhile we sat outside with daughter chatting and getting very cold. That’ll be it for some months I think. The blip is Ella and Nathaniel waving on arrival and hugging a shrub on their way home - they were wanting desperately to hug us but knew they couldn’t so hugged the hebe instead.

This morning Mr C and I had a decent walk along our lane to the moor via West Hills and Physic Lane. 14000 steps, 4.5 miles.

Still no bread, flour, lentils, pasta. Now Gove reports from our farmers that there might be a shortage of veg as there’s no Europeans to pick it. Nothing to do with Brexit, just blame the virus. Conscript the students perhaps?