Sign of the Times

Whilst out on my daily lockdown walk first thing, I noted this sign of the times.  Both gates in the fence across the moor have been propped open.  It has been part of my routine to look for a stick with which to open the latch on these gates, followed by a quick manoeuvre through the gap, not needed today...….

When we first moved here, this was open heather moorland which has steadily been turning in to woodland.

I am thinking of writing to the BBC to request that they broadcast Repair Shop continuously, such a haven of calm in these strange times.  If I had any skills I would love to spend my days there.

Time to prepare for Tony's return from the supermarket run!